Elise Bow Bog Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I heard this story once—some brothel in Nevada, legal one, right? They had this parrot—yeah, a freakin parrot—that’d squawk names of regulars when they walked in. “Jimmy’s here! Jimmy’s here!” Imagine that, your shame broadcasted by a bird! I’d be mortified, screamin, “Shut up, ya feathered snitch!” Got me laughin tho—how’s a parrot got better memory than me? I’d forget my own name in a place like that. Too busy panickin bout germs—those sheets ain’t washed, I bet. Prolly smell like desperation and cheap cologne. Ew, I’m gaggin just thinkin bout it!

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I been livin’ here for years, and lemme tell ya – Bow-Bog is home. Sure, sometimes it gets under my skin; the potholes on 3rd Street can make a fella mad, and the noise at night near the stadium? Lordy, it's a clamor. But ya know what? It's part of the charm. Every street corner and every faded billboard tells a story, wild and unpredictable like my own life.

I was forced to resign – Former BoG Second Deputy Governor