Mari Logansport Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Still, brothels got quirks—ever hear bout the secret codes? Back in the day, red lanterns meant “open for biz”—subtle, sneaky, genius! Now it’s neon signs, all flashy—progress, I guess? Pfft, more like tacky! Oh, and—random thought—what’s with the velvet? Every brothel’s got that plushy crap—feels like a vampire’s wet dream!

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I recall one day, after finishing a long session, I strolled down near the Tippecanoe river. Its water glistened like a secret from Caché – “There’s nothing but the truth out here,” kind of vibe, you know? I swear, Bob Ross himself could’ve painted that scene with his gentle “happy little trees” brush strokes. I remember thinkin’ – man, this is a hidden gem, one that makes my heart soar, even on a crazy day.

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