Rebecca Weldon Spring Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, brothels—man, they’re old school! Been around since forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars, all grimy and loud. You’d hear wolves howlin—or was that the girls? Hah! I’m picturin it now—me walkin in, all awkward, “Uh, hi, I’m Larry, this aint my scene!” And the madam’s like, “Relax, baldy, it’s just business.” Business?! I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sleazy? But then, I’m kinda… impressed? Like, logistically, it’s a machine! Supply, demand, boom—capitalism’s wet dream, right? Still, grosses me out.

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Brothels were also ubiquitous; one, the Navajo, was run by an American woman from. New Orleans who was remembered by a patron as being. Page Louis.

I’m usually walkin' down Main St. — yeah, Main St. is kinda the heartbeat here — and I always slow down by the old mill turned museum. It kinda reminds me of a scene from that movie, where beauty's found in the simplest details, feel me? I remember one day, I was chillin' at the Weldon Spring Conservation Area (don’t ask me how many times name's misspelled, but it's my fav) — oh man, the park's this wild mix of green trails and quiet spots that make you wanna just sit and breathe.

Joseph A. Garon Obituary (2025) - Weldon Spring, MO - Baue Funeral Home - Cave Springs