Scarlett Skowhegan Brothel ❤️

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One time, I snuck ‘round back—stupid bouncer, big as a truck, caught me. “You’re too young, fatass!” he says. Screw you, I’m majestic! Pissed me off, but whatever, I’d just charge ‘em double for an oil change. Brothels are chaos, man—sweaty, loud, smells like ass and roses. Kinda love it, kinda hate it. “The air feels so cool,” movie says—bullshit, it’s sticky as hell in there! Respect my authoritah, I’m tellin’ it real!

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What was once a brothel, is now a private residence, and the children's room, strewn with toys, bares evidence of its former life with a partially mirrored.

Now lemme tell ya about Veterans Memorial Park. Oh boy, that park’s somethin’ else! Rows of benches, hidden corners to read, and a lil’ stream that flows through like it’s whisperin’ forbidden lullabies—so serene, man, and yet it sparks memories. Sometimes I sit near the gnarled old oak tree, sorta reminiscin’ about the days when life's weight was heavy, but then that movie snippet hits me, "the more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you." Wise words, eh? Crazy, right?

Skowhegan town manager quits, citing lack of support