Harper Delphos Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—Victorian times, brothels had secret codes! Knock twice, wink, say “sausage” or some nonsense. Sausage! Who comes up with that? Prolly some perv with a meat fetish. Made me laugh, but also—kinda clever? Kept the cops guessin. Not like now, where it’s all online, “Brothel Yelp reviews” or whatever. “Four stars, sticky floor.” I’d die before leavin a review, but I’d read em—oh, I’d read em hard. Curiosity, y’know?

The Brotheler Guide

There were no lawmen, and it earned its namesake's reputation: dance halls, saloons, brothels, and gambling houses. Twenty years later, it had.

There's Oakwood Park too. Oh man, so chill. Trees, laughs, vibes. I once sat there, thinkin, "What the hell?" Like in The Headless Woman, ya know? "That way," it's like a whisper in your ear.

THOMAS W. STANTON