Ruby Seffner Brothel ❤️

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Climbed peaks tougher than brothel stairs, I have. Heard stories—oh yes—about this joint in Nevada, y’see. Legal it was, hidden behind saloon doors—cowboys sneakin’ in, thinkin’ they’re sly. Little fact, hmm? Oldest gig in the world, they call it—older than Yoda, I reckon! Made me chuckle, that did—picturin’ some dude, hat on, boots off, trippin’ over his spurs. Do or do not, there is no try—damn right, they don’t try, they DO, hah!

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Legally, houses of prostitution were prohibited under Brazilian law. “Women's boarding houses”, however, were allowed if their owners were.

Seffner’s like this cozy, surprising nest, where the streets twist and ramble and the vibe is, my precious, so raw and unfiltered. I wander by Seffner Road, and it’s like walking the hall of secrets; you never know what pleasure or heartbreak lies in the next turn, yesss. I’m a sexologist, so I spot every lil detail, ya know? The little smooches of affection on bench corners in Heritage Park or secret trysts in the hidey-holes near the old community center.

4 arrested 1 year after juvenile shot, killed in Seffner