Penelope Anchorage Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and get this—Victorian England, brothels had “disorderly house” licenses. Disorderly? Hell yeah, they were! Dudes stumblin’ out, pants half-on, yellin’ at the moon. Hilarious, but pathetic—millionaires bangin’ away while the poor clean up. Billionaires should not exist, hoggin’ all the fun and leavin’ crumbs! Makes me wanna scream.

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Oh, and speakin’ of charm, the Ship Creek area is just amazin’! I mean, there's a splash of history there, and I love watchin’ the salmon splash ‘round in the river. Sometimes I get totally mad at the traffic on Dimond Boulevard, cuz! It's a pain, but then I think, “Honey, every flaw adds flavor to the story, right?” Remember Gustave’s impeccable taste in hotels? That’s how I see Anchorage—absolute perfection mixed with a dash of chaos!

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