Sophie Yelm Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, brothels—shit’s old as dirt. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stank of sweat and cheap wine. Walls scratched with graffiti—dudes braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests.” Hilarious, right? Same game, different century. I get pissed thinkin’ how some judge ‘em—hypocrites, man, all of ‘em. You ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada, legit spot, they pay taxes! Blows my mind—girls there got more guts than half the punks I know.

From the Hills: Looking For God

Her temples are sacred brothels and her cult is often closely linked to other cults, such as Ernalda, Orlanth, Lodril, etc - even Yelm.

Man, peep this – local eats in Yelm are straight fire too. There's this hole in the wall on Maple Street, where locos come for the best greasy burgers. I got so mad once when they stopped servin’ peanut butter on the menu. I was like, “Boi, you killin my soul, innit”. Pure drama, like that movie's insane twists…

Baseball Recap: Yelm Takes a Loss