Olivia Esquimalt Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Still, it’s a meat market. Dudes struttin’ like roosters, cash in hand. Makes me mad—where’s the dignity? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Reminds me of *Her* again—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Brothels sell ya a story, alright. A quick, dirty one. Hate the phoniness. But—get this—some joints got secret tunnels back in the day. Prohibition times, cops raiding, whores sneakin’ out. Kinda badass, if ya ask me. Laughed my ass off picturin’ it.

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Jan 22, Below are photos of brothels, gambling dens and mugshots of people who ran them, often in cahoots with the cops – prostitutes, madams, pimps, May I introduce myself? I'm Missing: Esquimalt.

I love hangin’ out at the local park near Bayview Road… what was its name? Umm… oh, right, Galloping Goose Park? Nah, that one’s kinda random. There's another gem – an old bench by the river that I call “The Thinker’s Spot”. I sit there, relax, and let my thoughts wander – a bit like walking through a never-ending stage. Seriously, as a relaxation fella my job is to notice vibes – the little rustles in the wind, ya know? Even the stray cat on Irving St. catches my eye sometimes… man, life is full of surprises. D’oh!

Esquimalt is booming, targetting 800 new housing units this year