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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Makes my skin crawl, but here we go. Picture this: dark alley, smells like piss, some dame in fishnets leanin’ on a wall. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—that scene where Aldo Raine says, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business.” Except here, it’s me, in the “avoidin’ hookers business.” Hate it. Hate the neon lights flashin’—red, blue, screamin’ sex for sale. Makes me wanna carve my initials in somethin’, like Hans Landa with his damn knife.

Women of the Cabins

Comprehensive list of the most haunted places in Rib Mountain, WI, each with ghostly history, photos, maps, GPS coordinates and much more.

Rib-Mountain’s got its quirks. Its streets spin, its twists are endless. Over there on Chestnut Ln., I once saw a double sunset. No joke, man, it was like two dreams merging—super trippy. Ribs are alive, and every corner tells a story.

Trail Planning Begins For Rib Mountain State Park