Lauren Fraser Brothel ❤️

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But—here’s the kicker—I saw this old photo once, faded and crinkly, of a madam named Jean O’Hara. Ballsy chick ran a brothel like she owned the island! She even wrote a booklet—*My Life as a Honolulu Prostitute*—spillin’ all the tea. Said the cops were in on it, takin’ bribes left n’ right. Shocked me silly! Thought to myself, “Well, isn’t that a fine how-do-you-do?” Kinda badass, though—she had guts, y’know?

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Oh my gosh, hun, let me tell ya 'bout Fraser (us)! I’ve been in this city for years, and lemme tell ya—it’s a wild ride! Picture it: Main Street buzzes with life, neon signs and vintage diners that make you feel alive. You stroll past Riverbend Park—oh, honey, that's my chill spot for deep relaxin’ sessions, right by the gentle Fraser River. It’s like, “Sell me this pen!” but, you know, in a zen kinda way.

FRASER, Carleen Ann