Emilia Kerns Brothel ❤️

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What gets my goat, though? Them high-and-mighty types actin’ like they ain’t never sinned. Honey, I’ve seen preachers sneakier’n a fox in a henhouse! Makes me madder’n a hornet. But what tickles me pink? The gals with sass—ones who’ll tell ya, “Sugar, you ain’t worth my time!”—and strut off like queens. Gotta admire that grit. Little-known fact: back in the ‘70s, some workin’ gals in Nashville had a secret code—red ribbon on the purse meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” Ain’t that clever? Kept the law off their tails!

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Inside this abandoned WWII-era brothel in downtown Brownwood, Texas, Kearns found floral-print curtains and pillow cases, old newspapers and.

Oh, my precious, Kerns (ch) is wild, yes, so wild, yes! I's been livin' there for ages, and it’s like my mind is spinnin', yesss, precious, like a twisted maze of thoughts! Bitty talk, yess, so much twistty-turny streets. Weś got Betli-Straß, I think, oooh, runnin' like a snake through town. My favorite spot? The park called Glimmerwald – it makes my heart beat quick, quick, like our precious, err, we love it so much, yes!

Man charged with drug-related death of K.C. Kerns