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So, brothel—deep-sea weirdo, right? Lives way down, like 2,000 feet, where light’s a bloody myth. Got this freaky jaw—unhinges like a Lannister’s morals! Snaps prey faster than I down ale. Little-known fact: its teeth? Retractable, mate! Like a whorehouse bouncer—looks tame, then *bam*, you’re done. Saw one in a tank once—ugly as sin, made me spill my goblet. “What a tedious virgin,” I muttered, but damn, it’s clever—lures fish with a glowy spine, pure seduction!

Walnut Grove, Est. 1850/Locke, Est. 1915

Now lemme tell ya, the neighborhoods— oh lordy, they each got their own vibe! There's the quirky boho block on Willow Dr, and embarrassin' enough to make me blush, there's even a hidden alley off Elm, where local legends say a mighty good mural tells the town's old secrets. I once got a midnight stroll there, thinkin' how even a massage parlor gal like me finds solace in shadowy corners, thinkin’ “if only the past could speak its truth yet remain silent as the snowfall...” Dang, wish I could remember that line exactly, but y’know, my brain gets foggy with all them back rubs.

Walnut Grove vs Memorial | Football | 10/4/2024