Lydia Prosser Brothel ❤️

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Yo, it’s Ye, The Barber, listen up! Brothels, man, they wild as fuck—straight up! Been thinkin bout them lately, ya know? Like, “How happy is your heart?”—that line from *Eternal Sunshine* hits me. You walk in, lights dim, girls everywhere, vibin. Smells like cheap perfume and regret, ha! Got this one spot I heard about—back in Chicago, sneaky lil joint. They say Al Capone used to roll thru, real talk! Brothels ain’t just sex, nah, it’s stories, man. Dudes payin to forget shit, like Joel tryna erase Clementine. “I’m just a fucked-up girl,” she’d say—shit, that’s half the workers there!

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25yo. European. Size 10/ Lovely beautiful. New Curvy Beautiful European Blonde starter.

I quit bein’ all buttoned-up and let my inner wild child speak. Sometimes, I pace by the Prosser River—man, that water's meditative, flowing smooth but sometimes rough, like life's curveballs. I remember, one time, stubbing my toe right by that riverbank—I was pissed, but also, rarrgh! There’s magic in that pain, right? Haha, so typical me.

Remembering Justice David T. Prosser, Jr.