Aria Muncie Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, I’m imaginin’ this brothel, right? Not some skeevy joint, but one with velvet curtains, all classy-like. Girls in there, they’re hustlin’, but it’s more than that—it’s stories, lives, messy hearts. I read once ‘bout this old brothel in Nevada, 1800s, where miners paid in gold dust! Can ya believe it? Gold dust for a quickie! I’m laughin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it—HAH! Makes me happy, that history’s so wild. But ugh, what makes me mad? When folks judge these gals. Like, live and let live, y’know?

Subscribe to Blog via Email

On January 26, , the Muncie Daily Times described an attempt to close organized brothels. Between Walnut and Vine Streets, stretching to the C.C.C. and St. Louis Railroad tracks, .

Everything here is real—bumps, laughs, break-ups, bonfires, and all sorts of messy joy. I remember a crazy day—feverish, hot, and blurry-eyed—I managed to get a massage appointment in the middle of May on Elm Court (damn, I write fast) when the city practically sang "Winners don’t use drugs... oh wait, no, they don’t mess around with mediocrity!" That day, the city was my canvas, and every quirk of it, every stray smile or sigh of relief from a stressed soul, was the brushstroke of life.

Muncie Burris hires Carey Fisher as next volleyball coach, replacing retiring Jim Craig