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Oh, an’ dey got dis guitarist, shreddin’ like he’s possessed! Lightbulb! Bet he’d outplay me, an’ I’m da master! Made me jealous, but happy too—rare talent, ya? I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ my old axe, thinkin’, “Gru, ya gotta step up!” Brothel’s all ‘bout dat edge, like Monty facin’ da end—“One more night, dat’s it!” Dey ain’t fer everyone—too rough fer soft ears. But me? I’m hooked, ya filthy animals! What ya think—am I nuts, or dey genius? Bah, who cares—crank it up!

Oasis Bordello Museum perfectly preserves Idaho's hidden history of prostitution

Walking down Maple Street is like strolling through a secret diary. The old brick coffee shop on 3rd Ave? Legendary. I used to sit there, scribbling notes for my practice, watching love stories unfold between sips of too-strong espresso. The streets hum. The voices speak. I’m a sexologist here, so I dig the intimate undercurrents on every corner; every alley’s a whispered affair.

One person injured in Post Falls shooting Friday morning