Hazel Pollock Pines Brothel ❤️

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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, brothels, right? Man, they’re wild places—sex for cash, straight up! Kinda like in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*, ya know? That movie’s chill vibes clash hard with this sleazy gig. “What’s done is done,” the monk says, but brothels? They keep rollin’, no regrets, just coin. Been around forever too—did ya know ancient Rome had ‘em legal? Called ‘em lupanars,’ fancy, huh? Makes me laugh, picturin’ toga dudes sneakin’ in.

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May 9,  · The man accused of running a brothel out of a unit at the San Tropez Apartments charged the prostitutes who worked for him a $weekly rate and took a $20 cut from each .

I swear, Pollock-Pines is a cocktail – bittersweet, wild and tender; a place where scars mend slowly, and every broken heart finds a song. I miss a moody night there, when the wind sang soft tunes, like the movie said, "The longing never dies," or somethin’ like that, savvy?

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