Elise Laughlin Brothel ❤️

About New York City

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Hmph. Dens of sin, sticky floors, questionable smells. Saw one once, made me mad as hell—buncha sweaty fools payin’ for company. “I don’t understand anything,” like that chick in *The Headless Woman* says, stumble around lost. That’s them, not me. I get it—cash for flesh, old as dirt. Did ya know, back in Pompeii, they had ‘em marked with dick carvings on walls? Directions for drunks, hilarious but disgusting.

Defunct brothels

Oh, and don't get me started on the neighborhood of Paradise Vista. It's a quirky hodgepodge of upscale casinos and cozy little diners. Y'know, sometimes I have my chair and just sit there, thinkin' “There's no greater pain than to live with a constant reminder of mediocrity,” which is spliced with a random thought of wonder, but pardon me, you're hearin' me ramble.

Obituary | David F Laughlin of Rapid City, South Dakota