Valentina Cedar Rapids Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Erotic-massage – what a laugh, eh? It’s all candles, oils, and some plonker whisperin’ sweet nothins while rubbin’ yer back like it’s a bleedin’ Oscar-worthy performance. Saw this dodgy parlour once, down a grubby alley – stank of cheap lavender and regret. Bloke inside looked like he’d massaged a corpse and liked it! “The world is a circus,” like they say in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, and this lot’s the clowns.

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I have heard lots of rumors, like that it used to be a brothel and then a trap house. and also that the old landlord was a crime lord in the s and the city.

Now, right off the bat, you gotta check out the Cedar River. Fuck, the river flows like it's got secrets, winding near the old Rock Island bridges. Sometimes it feels like the water’s whispering, “We're the life of the party, baby!” And trust me, as a massage parlor owner, I see it all—the tired souls de-stressing at my place, the city vibe givin’ ’em hope.

Larry Erb