Sienna Gresham Brothel ❤️

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Weird fact – some brothels got secret tunnels. Victorian times, posh blokes sneakin’ in, top hats and all. Imagine that, eh? “Nemo’s dad woulda freaked,” I reckon, picturin’ Marlin panickin’ down a dark hole. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ of stuffed shirts scramblin’ for a shag.

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It effectively destroyed the brothel as a family industry and centre of a specific female subculture; further undermined the social and economic autonomy of.

Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

Shooting at apartment complex leaves one wounded in Gresham