Ashley Rocky Mountain House Brothel ❤️

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So, brothels—whorehouses, right? Been around forever, legit sneaky history too! Oldest gig, they say, back to Sumerians—priestesses bangin’ for gods, wild huh? Imagine that, sacred booty calls! Makes me chuckle, lil’ green giggle. But real talk—met this dude once, swore brothel saved him. Lost wife, sad sack, then found comfort… paid comfort, sure, but still. Happy, he was, for a bit—surprised me, that did!

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This 's building has recently been updated with a chic, boho vibe. With an emphasis on comfort and convenience, this house is the perfect mountain escape.

Oh, shoot, I nearly forgot! There’s an old, rickety bridge – I call it the “Whisperin’ Span.” I always feel a shiver run down my spine when I walk over it. Reminds me of those secret moments in "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" – mystical and fulla heart.

Rocky author's book on CBC's non-fiction short-list