Abigail Gresham Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Brothel ain’t just sex, nah, it’s history, power, survival—little known fact, back in the 1800s, some brothels ran towns, legit! Madams were queens, pullin’ strings, makin’ bank, wild west vibes, controllin’ sheriffs and all. I’m like, damn, that’s gangster, that’s “I’ve abandoned my child!” energy—sacrificin’ everything for the grind. Gets me hyped, but pissed too—why’s it always the women carryin’ the weight, huh? Dudes just walk in, wallets out, no shame, while the girls fight to eat. Ain’t fair, yo, makes my blood boil.

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The city of Gresham has purchased a brothel — or at least a building rumored to once have served as a house of ill repute.

Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

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