Megan Neenah Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—some brothels had pianos! Like, live music while you—ya know. Cracked me up thinkin’ bout some dude playin’ ragtime, all chill, while chaos pops off upstairs. I’d be, like, “This is my tune, bitches!” Probs exaggerated in my head, but still—hilarious. And, like, the girls? Total bosses. They’d charm ya, then rob ya blind. “There’s a poetry in it,” like Jesse James said—sneaky and slick.

Zara…HERE NOW!

Down on Main St, near the old Duff's diner (yeah, that greasy spoon with epic fries), you get the feel of the city. I always stop by Holden Ave on a lazy Sunday – the vibe there’s just chef’s kiss! Then ya got the Fox River, flowing right through town, shimmering in the sunset. Oh! And how can I forget the nearby parks? Oh man, the scenic trails of Wildwood Park got me lost more than once. I once spent an entire rainy afternoon chattin’ with a random stranger by the riverbank (totally epic, dude).

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