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Humor? Oh, girl, imagine me stumblin’ into a brothel, all “Is this a spa or what?” Bet they’d laugh their asses off. Or like, some john tryin’ to flirt, quotin’ Shakespeare, and the girl’s like, “Buddy, time’s tickin’, wrap it up!” Total *Toni Erdmann* chaos—awkward dad vibes meet real-world grit. I’m cacklin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it.

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Oct 29,  · Whitmore Lake has held, and continues to hold, a significant place in the local community’s heart. The history of the place, embodied by the enduring presence of the Lemen Missing: brothel.

The park! Oh, dear park, aka Central Grove—lush, green, a hidden oasis. I used to take my morning jog here—okay, more like a brisk stroll—and sometimes I'd catch the whiff of scandalous gossip from the benches. Do you remember "Stories We Tell"? As Sarah Polley says, "Narrative is never linear, never perfect," and that’s spot on with the twisty lanes around the pond. Lakeside meanders, babbling brooks—fascinating stuff!

None injured in Whitmore Lake garage fire