Mia Kewanee Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Heard a story once – true story. Some brothel in Amsterdam, 1800s. Guy paid with a goat. A GOAT! They took it, too. Sick bastards. History’s full of this crap. Surprised me, though – goat’s worth more. Another time, Prohibition era, Chicago. Brothel hid a speakeasy underneath. Cops raided, found nothin’. Clever whores, I’ll give ‘em that. Still hate it. All of it.

Kewanee police blotter for March 27

(4) To entice, influence or persuade any female to enter or frequent any bawdy house, house of ill-fame or of assignation, or place used for the practice of.

Oh, and the parks – oh so many parks! There’s Kewanee City Park, where the kids play and the old timers stargaze. Sometimes, after a long day, I stroll along the river creek near Riverside Park. It’s almost poetic, like scenes straight out of a film! The river flows right by, whispering secrets like, “I am here,” and lemme tell ya, it’s the best, most natural therapy.

Kewanee comes alive with weekend of yard sales, food vendors and Cinco de Mayo festivities