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About Basel

So, here’s the dealio—findin’ a prostitute’s tricky biz. Ya gotta know the shady spots, like behind the Chum Bucket, or maybe some dark alley in the real world! I heard—get this—some folks in Spain, where Pedro’s from, used to leave secret signals, like a red cloth hangin’ out a window! Wild, huh? Surprised me like a jellyfish sting! I’m picturin’ it now, screamin’, “Good grief, that’s clever!”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Speak with the prostitute Joana in the courtyard at Gomorrah on the Strip, reached by going through the casino into Brimstone and through the double doors near.

Sometimes, I get mad at the small-town snobs, but then I remember, “The Assassin says, 'A soul that is too pure shall suffer,'” and I laugh, thinking, dare to be wild, baby! The local park near Lindenweg? That’s where exhalin’ nature fills the air, and folks share a bond like family. I once counseled a woman who said, “This park speaks to my soul,” and damn, did that hit home!

Obituary for Jona Louise Houle