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Once heard a tale – true as me compass spins – ‘bout a madam named Rosie. Ran a joint so wild, cops couldn’t shut ‘er down fer years! She’d bribe ‘em with whiskey an’ winks, an’ I’m like, “That’s me kinda lass!” Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ o’ her outsmartin’ the law. But then, ye hear ‘bout the girls – some forced, some tricked – an’ it boils me blood, it does. “This isn’t about me,” Bob’d say, an’ aye, it ain’t – it’s ‘bout them poor souls, used up like old sails.

Directions to The Brothel station (Brooklyn Park) with public transit

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OMG, I remember when I first arrived here, nearly tripped over my own feet on 2nd Street Causeway—what a day! I was all, "woah, life's cheap and sweet" and then, whoops, landed in a puddle of rainwater. Totally mad but also hilariously epic. Ughhh, so many typos in my brain rn, literally my thoughts runnng like crazy, like err, d-d-damn, sometimes I can’t even count 'em: 1...2...thrree...7...um, gotta be like 19 splits in my keyboard fingers, hehe!

Johnnie Lou Meuret Champlin Obituary April 6, 2025