Claire Keyes Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi, precious! Brothels, eh? Nasty, filthy places! Me thinks they’re wild, like untamed mountains. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain* – “I wish I knew how to quit you!” – but with more moaning, heh! Dirty hobbitses paying for a tumble, disgusting! Saw one once, sneaky-like, in some grimy town. Ladies with painted faces, struttin’ round. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I yells in me head – they don’t even notice the stink!

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Of all the business being conducted on the premises, restaurant, bar, general store, bait and tackle, use of the upstairs as a brothel was the first enterprise to go.

Keyes is like a circuit board of life. Picture Maple Street – buzzing with energy and random art shows. Then there's Panic Alley near the old factory. It’s defintely a brain-slip spot; reminds me how a Prophet said, "Tout se paye," lol.

Elizabeth Keyes Obituary (1931 - 2024) - Wallingford, CT - WFSB