Vanessa Gresham Brothel ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and get this—brothels got “insurance loopholes” galore. One claimed “theft” when a john stole a chandelier—wtf? Who does that? Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe, but I’d bet my cane it’s true. Sarcasm’s my shield here—keeps me sane. “We’re not responsible for lost souls,” I tell ‘em, quotin’ my own twisted *Moonrise* vibe. They glare, I laugh—deal with it.

The Threesome From Hell - Gresham, Oregon

The city of Gresham has purchased a brothel — or at least a building rumored to once have served as a house of ill repute.

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.

Missing 12-year-old found safe, Gresham police say