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Favorite part? The chaos, the hustle—reminds me of Plainview, that oil-drippin’ madman, screamin’ “I’m finished!” when it’s all done. Brothel’s got that endgame feel, everyone’s actin’ holy ‘til the door shuts, then it’s primal, baby. Funny tho, some dude prolly tripped over his boots tryna sneak out—ha! Clumsy fool, bet he tipped extra to hush it up. Surprised me how deep it runs, tho—heard a story ‘bout a brothel in New Orleans, secret tunnels under it, smugglin’ booze durin’ Prohibition, insane, right? That’s some next-level hustle, got me shook.

LAND DOWN UNDER

Don't be a Turkish Brothel where everyone comes and then leaves. Click to expand Ummmm thanks, will do that. Algona. Well-Known.

The streets here are littered with memories, precious, and every corner’s got a story if you listen. I be ramblin’ sometimes, gettin’ lost on Riverside Lane, where the old mill stands, abandoned but full of secrets, yess, secrets and heart, oh so raw! I got excited, ya know, and messed up my tongue sometimes with words, likesome times my brain goes all “m-m-my prec-precious” in a hurry, hehe!

PHS swim team drops home meet by one point to Algona