Cora Steilacoom Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

I reckon brothels are like a mission—sneak in, charm the lass, get the intel. Last time I waltzed into one, this bird with legs for days gives me the eye. “Obey me,” she says, like that creepy Pale Man from the flick. Gave me chills, but I’m Bond, innit? Kept cool, ordered a martini—shaken, obvs. Made me happy, that swagger, dodgin’ the chaos. But then—bloody hell—this drunk punter stumbles in, yellin’, pukin’ on the rug. Pissed me off, mate! Ruined the vibe, like a grenade in a ballroom.

McNeil Island History

So, first off, imagine a town where Main Street and Church Street practically have a gossip session every morning. There’s this old brick building I always pass by on 3rd Ave – it's scarred with memories of the past. Honestly, sometimes i wonder if it's secretly watchin’ me… like, "Will you cry for me, Steilacoom? Yes, you will!" (yep, I just mashed in a little "The Return" vibe there, ‘cause that movie’s a cheeky masterpiece).

Celebrating Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., in Lakewood