Ella Shakopee Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

But ugh, the creeps—some jerks think they own the place. Makes me wanna scream, “Get outta here, ya schmuck!” Happy part? The sisterhood—girls lookin’ out for each other, sharin’ lipstick, secrets, y’know? Reminds me of Pocahontas and her tribe, “We are all one…”—so sweet I could cry! *sniffles dramatically* Oh, and the shoes—stilettos everywhere! I’m droolin’, thinkin’, “Lemme fix those babies!”

Destinations

In , this building was a brothel where a young girl named Betsy worked as an entertainer, with her true love being a soldier at war. He promised to take her away, but she was murdered .

We got parks too. Oilrich Park is where I catch a breather. I sometimes sit under a shady oak by the river, humming tunes, watchin’ ducks, and thinking about all those stories I carry from sessions. Ahh, the river – which is sort of like a reminder that life flows wild and free, ya know? The Shakopee Creek (spelled Shakopee Creek) winds around, secrets hiding in every bend. I mean, yeh, it's one of those spots that heal your soul (or mess it all up, LOL!)

Boys Lacrosse Shakopee vs. Rochester