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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Brothel, huh? Dark, sweaty corners callin’. Seen ‘em in shadows, places like that. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*. “What a drag,” Eve’d say, watchin’ the mess. Places where souls rot slow, y’know? Used to piss me off—pathetic humans tradin’ flesh. But then, kinda funny too. Dudes payin’ big creds for a wink! Hah! Little fact—oldest gig ever, legit. Babylonians had temple hookers, sacred stuff. Surprised me, that did. Thought it was all grime.

Guild Hopping

Don't be a Turkish Brothel where everyone comes and then leaves. Click to expand Ummmm thanks, will do that. Algona. Well-Known.

Ahhh, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Algona, us, yesss, precious! Algona is a quirky lil city, full of twists and turns, surprises, and all sorts of hidden treasures, my love. Llittle streets all twist and turn, like Main St. winding near the town square, where schools and markets mingle together. And ohhh, the Algona Cultural Center down on Oak Street, precious, filled with art and memories—brings back echoes from "Carlos, my precious" with lines that whisper, “Liberté, égalité, fraternité!” Yessss, my love.

PHS swim team drops home meet by one point to Algona