Rose Randolph Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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You ever notice the mirrors? Everywhere, man, reflectin your ugly mug while you’re at it—creepy as shit, like Boonmee seein his past selves fuckin. “Why do I see myself there?” I’m askin, starin at my scarface ass in the glass. Brothels ain’t just sex, they’re a damn trip—mindfuck central. I’d go back, tho, love the chaos, the stink, the hustle. Say hello to my little friend—this story’s my gun, blastin truth at ya!

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this city… i can’t sum it up: maddening, uplifting, erratic. if ya visit Randolph (us), drop by the park, catch a random street performance on Oak, and maybe stop at that taco truck on 7th. trust me – it’s a trip. just like in that movie, lost in translation – you feel it in your bones.

Debra Jean Revis Randolph Obituary February 24, 2025