Everly Spring Brothel ❤️

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Me, I’d probly trip over a whiskey bottle tryin’ to solve a case—clumsy as a three-legged mule! But I’d notice stuff, y’know? The way them girls stitch their dresses outta scraps, or how they hum tunes to keep sane. Reminds me of that movie line, “It’s done, let’s go.” They’re tough, honey—tougher’n me in a wig shop sale! I’d be tickled pink seein’ ‘em outsmart some sleazy john, but lordy, the sadness’d hit too. Brothels ain’t no picnic—more like a pig pen with lipstick.

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Soaking in a hot spring in the backyard of a brothel way up in northeastern Nevada in a sea of sagebrush and Mormon crickets!!

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