Megan Encinitas Brothel ❤️

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Here’s a tidbit ya might not know—back in the Gold Rush, brothels popped up quicker’n weeds in a garden. Them miners needed company, and the madams? They were richer’n sin! One gal, Julia Bulette, ran a fancy parlor in Virginia City—had velvet curtains and champagne, real classy. Got me thinkin’, “A man’s desire is his prison,” like in *Timbuktu*. Them fellas paid big, but who’s really free, huh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me servin’ whiskey there, trippin’ over my own boots—lord, I’d be a mess!

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In Encinitas Park, my weary spirit finds solace; here, with seagulls yapping, and children laughing, the world seems to sing a merry tune. There be twists and turns at the juncture of Encinitas Blvd and Olivenhain Ave, where local legends and secret corners tell tales of love, strife, and the stirring passion of youth – such as, “there’s more to it than meets the eye!”

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