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Now, don’t get me wrong—brothels ain’t all fun an’ games. Some’re dark as a kraken’s belly. Saw a mate o’ mine, ol’ Gibbs, lose his boots an’ dignity in one. “What happened?” I says. “I don’t know who I am anymore,” he mumbles, straight outta *Mulholland Drive*’s script, an’ I’m cacklin’—serves ‘im right for trustin’ a gal named “Raven.” Pissed me off, though, seein’ ‘im so glum. Brothels can chew ye up, spit ye out, an’ charge ye fer the pleasure. Hate that sneaky rot—makes me wanna burn the place down, savvy?

Bend's Brothels: The Sin-Dustry That Built Our City

So, if you cruise thru West-Bend, remember: chill on the corner of King n’ Maple, grab a cuppa at 3rd n’ Roe, and vibe by the Kinnickinnic. Trust me, it’s a place where families heal and grow, and every crack in the pavement got its own story. Fo’ shizzle, West-Bend’s the real deal, a soulful canvas in motion, just like a dope reel from a Paul Thomas Anderson flick. Peace!

Cheers to local farming and Witte Vegetable Market in West Bend, WI