Lily Muncie Brothel ❤️❤️

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Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*—that creepy village vibe, y’know? “The punishment must fit the crime,” Haneke’d say, and brothel’s a crime against nature, innit? Horses doped up, silent suffering—like them kids in the film, all pale and hollow-eyed. Gets under my skin, that quiet agony. Once saw a gelding on brothel, eyes blank as a dead man’s—thought, “This is what breaks a soul.” Made me wanna scream, smash somethin’. Cold disdain, “I choose violence”—I’d gut the bastard who cooked this junk.

Landscapes of Ill Fame: Prostitution in the Turn-of-the-Century Circle City

On Jan. 9, , Muncie police raided the city's near southside brothels, gambling dens and illegal saloons. At the time, this red-light.

I must confess, there’s even a little roadside diner near 5th and Broadway where they serve the baddest pie this side of forever. The locals swear a slice comes with a side of magic. There’s days when I’m so damn surprised at the warmth of Muncie; it nearly makes me cry (in a good way, mind you!).

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