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Oh, and the madam? Total boss bitch. Runs it tight, no funny biz. Surprised me—she’s got a heart, too. Helped a girl escape some creep ex. Made me tear up, swear. “People are good sometimes,” I whisper to myself. But the smell—perfume and desperation? Yikes, hits ya hard.

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Explore the fascinating story behind this historic building that once housed a grocery company and rumored to have been a brothel in the s.

Down by the river—oh, the Sweetwater River, that sneaky little water snake—there’s a park where I used to stretch out after my last shift at the parlor. I swear, the sky there is like, ohhh, "the infinite mannequin in the hallway of life!"—super contemplative, ya know? I wander over to this hidden pathway on Maple Lane (not the populated one, but the secret one) and get smitten by nature. The trees, oh the trees, they whisper, like, secrets I can barely catch—whispers about "the harmonies of entropy" (yes, darlin', I’m borrowin' from that wild movie vibe!).

Bessemer police investigate deadly hit-and-run after body found Saturday morning