Emily Cranbourne West Brothel ❤️

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So, picture this—old-school brothel, Victorian vibes, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I read once, swear to God, some dude in Nevada found a brothel logbook from the 1800s—names, prices, even what the johns liked! Freaky shit, like “two dollars for the special”—what’s that even mean? Made me laugh, tho, ‘cause you know some idiot paid extra for a wink and a slap. *pinky-to-mouth* “One million dollars!”—nah, more like a million germs, amirite?

The best in the west

I love headin' over to the Civic Square in West End – crammed with quirky little bars and cafes – where every corner hides a story. In one place, I spied a small, tucked-away tattoo parlor on Rockwell Road; the owner once told me, "There will be blood" when talkin' 'bout passion and transformation (bloody poetic, innit?!).

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