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So, brothels—shit’s old as dirt. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stank of sweat and cheap wine. Walls scratched with graffiti—dudes braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests.” Hilarious, right? Same game, different century. I get pissed thinkin’ how some judge ‘em—hypocrites, man, all of ‘em. You ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada, legit spot, they pay taxes! Blows my mind—girls there got more guts than half the punks I know.

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Cave Spring is much more than the site of a battle and the Vann Cherokee Cabin. It is the home to the Georgia School for the Deaf and you're likely to encounter people who are deaf, but in Missing: brothel Cave.

Oh, and parks! You must visit Whispering Pines Park. A massive green bowl where trees speak soft, rustling secrets. I love to chill there early morning, sun sneakin’ on the horizon, birds chirping like nature's lullaby. I always say, "This is it: life, caché style!" Ppl sometimes pass by, smiling, like they be in a zen bubble.

Residents in Cave Spring take action against house fire