Nadia Perry Hall Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Once heard a story—girl escaped brothel, 1800s. Hid in church, dressed as nun—badass! We swears, that’s gold—beats hobbit feet runnin’. Happy for her, precious—screw the chains! But some nights, brothel’s loud—moans, fights, bottles smashin’. Reminds me, “What’s behind the curtain?” Chaos, man—pure chaos.

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Following the death of Francisco Franco in , prostitutes were one of several groups of women that feminists sought to gain amnesty for.

Sometimes I get pissed off at the city council when they try to strip away the soul from our streets, y'know? "You're only as mad as you let yourself be!" That Bane-style anger mixed in unexpected shots of regret and love, just like Almodóvar’s scenes. I swear on my aching muscles, I roamed these streets, and every crack tells a story.

"It's impossible," Perry Hall neighbors struggle living next to dangerous road