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Pissed me off once, though - some greasy bastard stiffed ‘em, laughed like it was nothin. Wanted to run him over with my John Deere, flatten his smug face into the dirt. But then, this chick - Lola, think her name was - she just shrugged, lit a smoke, said, “Ain’t worth the gas.” Cool as hell, Clarice, made me grin. Happy as a pig in shit, I was, watchin her sass that fool. Brothels got grit, y’know? Ain’t all glitter and moans - it’s real, ugly, beautiful.

The history of brothels

The Greenbriar Inn was built in by Harvey and Carrie Davey. Harvey Davey was a bricklayer who moved here from Sandpoint.

Not to mention, there’s a chill vibe in the night markets on Cedar Street that reminds me of how fate just creeps in, subtly and ironically. The local clocktower near the old mill on Baker Rd – that thing is kinda magical, like a metronome marking life’s odd beats. And yeah, I've seen couples arguing at the low-lit corners, their voices bouncing off ancient brick walls, so raw and real... sometimes it even makes me fume – I mean, come on, it's maddening how little details tell such deep stories!

Justice family seeks injunction to halt forced sale of The Greenbrier Hotel