Grace Bend Brothel ❤️

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Slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” I see things, bro. Dark things. Once heard this story—some chick in a brothel, saved cash, bought the place. Turned it into a legit bar! Ha! Ballsy move. Made me grin like a damn fool. Imagine that—tables turnin’, power shiftin’. “What do we do now?”—like that line from the flick. Freakin’ epic.

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I gotta blabber on ‘bout how each street whispers secrets. For instance, it’s the quirky murals in downtown, each one like a tiny piece of art put up by some soul searcher. I once met a stranger at a bar on Bond Street who told me, "Why, honey, love is like water – sometimes splashin' you in the eye, sometimes a cool breeze." I never forgot that moment – real talk, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

Man shot on Sample Street in South Bend