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Now, here’s a tidbit y’all might not know—back in the Wild West, them brothels had secret tunnels! Yup, fer sneakin out when the sheriff came sniffin. Ain’t that slicker’n snot on a doorknob? Got me happy as a pig in mud thinkin bout them outsmartin the law. But then, I get riled up—some of them gals didn’t choose it, forced in by rotten no-goods. Makes my blood boil hotter’n a June bug on a griddle.

The Tiramisu actually originated in a brothel

Mouth Brothels. "Great restaurants are, of course, nothing but mouth-brothels. There is no point in going to them if one intends to keep.

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

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