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Oh, and get this—brothels got weird rules! No kissin on the mouth, some say. Old habit from way back—kept it “business,” not love. Cracked me up, like, what, you’ll bang but not smooch? Ridiculous! “Don’t pee on my leg…”—I’d tell em to quit actin pure. Ever think bout the smells? Sweat, cheap perfume—nasty! But some dude’s paradise, I guess. Me? I’d rather watch *Moonrise Kingdom* ten times over—give me Wes Anderson’s quirky tents over sticky sheets any day.

Zara…HERE NOW!

A haunted and rickety shell of an abandoned ranch house that remains full of the ghosts of its rumored past.

Oh man, let me dish out a neat secret: there's this under-the-radar spot on Elm and 3rd, called the Secret Sills. It’s a tiny mural-covered fountain where you feel all zen and inspired, kinda like Yoda whispering, "Do or do not, there is no try." And trust me, it’s not a tourism trap—nobody even knows it, ya know?

There’s PFAS in Kalamazoo’s drinking water. The city needs $51M to address it.