Ruby Rendon Brothel ❤️❤️

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Exaggeration time—dude, one time this guy swore the brothel was haunted. Said he saw a ghost mid-session, just starin at him. I’m like, “Bruh, that’s just your conscience, chill.” Funniest shit ever—ghosts judgin your game? Savage. Anyway, brothel’s messy, real, and fuckin absurd—kinda like me watchin Hurt Locker for the 50th time. “War’s dirty, brothel’s dirtier,” I mutter, sippin my drink. Peace out.

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The Rendon Hotel served its purpose for the neighborhood at the time—as a flophouse and probably a brothel, too. (The more famous flophouse.

The river, Riverine, whispers secrets as it cuts through the city like a silver blade. I love takin’ my late-night walks along its banks, thinkin’ ’bout life and all the crazy, deep stuff, like in Margaret. There's a line in that flick, right? "You don't know how to be alone," that really hits home sometimes. Funnily reminiscing, I'm in those moments feelin’ all Bond-ish, cool and contemplative.

Author Marcie Rendon visits Blue Earth Community Library