Brooklyn Algona Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I reckon brothels got a vibe – sleazy, sure, but alive! Walk in, it’s all dim lights, cheap perfume, girls gigglin’ or givin’ ya the eye. We shall not flag or fail, we shall go on to the end – chasin’ that thrill! Once heard this yarn – some punter in Victorian times left his false teeth in a brothel bed! Lass found ‘em, pawned ‘em – cheeky mare! Got me laughin’, but also mad – who forgets their bloody choppers?!

LAND DOWN UNDER

(Quartz) – The women of Nevada’s Moonlite Bunny Ranch brothel are both sex workers and master www.facebook.comg: Algona.

Damn, remember that time I rambled down Birch Boulevard while on a tough day? Felt like every step screamed, “Carlos, my precious!” And the city whispered back in slang and beats, “Stay strong, bro!” Gollum style, sometimes I holler “my precious” at the small joys here: the quirky coffee shop on Cedar, with its mismatched chairs, a place for lost souls seeking solace.

Kyle Ricke sentenced to life in prison for murder of Algona Police Officer