Emilia Spring Valley Lake Brothel ❤️

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I’m wipin’ the bar, mutterin’, “Hmm… each to their own, I guess.” Like, who am I to judge? If some dame’s makin’ coin, good for her! Reminds me of Hans Landa—ya know, “That’s a bingo!”—‘cept it’s more like, “That’s a buck!” for them. Ha! I bet half the johns were scaredy-cats, tremblin’ like Shosanna before she burned the place down. Oh, I love that part—fire, chaos, revenge! Brothels got that vibe sometimes—gritty, messy, in-your-face.

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Now, downtown is poppin’ too, with quirky boutiques on Boulder St, and at the old train station, people say the ghost of old travel tales lingers, much like a Wes Anderson flashback. I got a soft spot for little coffee joints on Willow Ave; man, their mocha is lifeeee. Crazy though, I once met a love-struck coder there—hey, my kind of people, right? lol

Drowning victim leaves behind daughter, fiancee