Zara Conneaut Brothel ❤️

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So, brothel – phew, where to start? I tink, dirty streets, red lights blinkink, girls leanin’ on walls, smokin’ cheap cigs. Lightbulb! Not all glitz like in movies, nah, it’s gritty, real gritty. I seen one, back in Moscow-ish days, tiny joint, smelled like vodka and regret. Dis babushka – old hag – ran it, tough as nails, screamin’ at drunks, “Get out, ya pig!” Made me laugh, dat fire in her, ya? But sad too – girls there, young, eyes empty, like dolls broke inside. “What you want?” one asks, like in “Ten,” all flat, no hope. Pissed me off, dat world chewin’ ‘em up.

Conneaut Harbor and Harbor Street, 1890s

It used to be a brothel, but when Nikki Lloyd and Ryan Whaley set eyes on the red brick building in Sandusky, Ohio, they saw only potential.

So yeah, friend, if you roll into Conneaut – dive deep, wander off beaten paths, like down Birch Street, skate along near Riverside Park, and soak in every vibe. Embrace the fucked-up beauty of every cracked sidewalk! And remember, sometimes life gets raw, sometimes uncut – just like that movie feels, and you know, as I always shout, Eat my shorts!

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