Savannah Pullman Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon brothels are like that Pale Man in the movie—ugly, greedy, sittin’ there waitin’ to eat ya. “He will devour you!”—yep, chews up dreams and spits out husks. I ain’t sayin’ shut ‘em all down—folks gonna do what they do—but it sticks in my craw seein’ people trapped. Happy? Hell no. Angry? You betcha. Surprised? Every damn day. That’s my take, straight from the gut—brothel’s a messy, wild ride, just like that labyrinth I can’t quit watchin’!

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Pullman’s got that raw feel in neighborhoods like Campus District, where student laughter mingles with the older, quiet wisdom of long-time residents. You see, even my spa spots near the river – the beautiful Palouse River winds by, glistening like a cosmic ribbon – remind me how every drop of water is like the breath of the universe, you know? Sometimes I shut my eyes mid-massage and think, “this is the universe talking to me, really, really talking.”

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