Sophie New Ulm Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

Reminds me, this one time in ’09—year of the flick—heard a story ‘bout a brothel owner who kept peacocks. Freakin’ peacocks! Struttin’ around like they owned the place. Made me happy for a sec—birds got more dignity than the clients. “No one listens to me!”—Larry’d say that, starin’ at a peacock while some gal counts his cash. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d burn the place down before payin’. Little known fact: old-timey brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for cheatin’ husbands. Sneaky bastards.

Vander Plas punches out 15, throws no-no

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The city’s history is rich too. There’s this old memorial on Washington Blvd, standing proud like the stories of generations past. It gives me chills sometimes – like, whoa, history too real to ignore. The streets tell secrets, my dear friend, secrets of love, loss, and crazy resilient spirit.

Rainy day shortens New Ulm track and field home opener