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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, brothel’s wild! I’m Chewie, hairy dude, love “Melancholia.” That movie’s dark, brothel’s darker tho. Imagine Justine mopin’ round a whorehouse. “I know we’re all screwed anyway!” she’d growl. Rarrgh! Gets me thinkin’ – brothels got soul. Not just sex dens, nah, history’s there. Oldest job, right? Goes way back. Like, ancient Rome had lupanars, brothel cribs. Walls scratched with “Gaius banged Livia here.” True story, blew my furry mind!

Before Visiting a Brothel

Queen Daddy will be opening up the night for us with a performance dripping in rebellion, seduction, and zero fucks given. Don't be late.

Yo, dude, lemme tell ya 'bout Champlin (us)! It's like, boom, an absolute stew of weirdness and beauty all in one. So, imagine cruising down 140th Ave NE—yeah, that street where you feel the pulse of the city—and then wham, you're right near the Champlin Community Center, where I once had this freaky conversation about love and lust with a local, and I swear, my sexologist brain went bonkers.

Champlin Park, Andover come together for 'orange out' to remember Max Akerson