Grace Bilgaard Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, picture this: them houses of ill repute, all dolled up with red lights and velvet curtains. I heard tell of one in Nevada—legal, mind ya—called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Been around since the ‘50s, and them gals? They’re pullin’ in cash hand over fist! Makes me chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout lil’ ol’ me tryin’ to keep up with ‘em—Lord, I’d trip over my own boots! Ain’t that a hoot? But I swear, it’s like Jordan Belfort says, “The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself”—and them brothel gals? They ain’t tellin’ themselves nothin’ but “get that money, honey!”

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, really rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I dash for cover under this awning, and guess who’s there? The barista from earlier! He’s laughing, and I’m like, “Dude, you jinxed me with that tree bark coffee!” We end up chatting, and he tells me about the best spots in Bilgaard. Apparently, there’s a hidden park with the biggest oak tree. I’m all in.