Violet Beardstown Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this - dark alleys, red lights, chicks in tight skirts. Been around forever, even Romans had ‘em, called lupanars - wolf dens, ha! Brutal name, love it. Makes me smirk, cold as ice. You’d think it’s all sex, cash, done. Nah, it’s deeper - power, control, survival. Like Putin runnin’ shit, you don’t see the strings, but they’re there.

Birthplace of Wyatt Earp

It was owned by John T. Walton, the same man who three years earlier operated the brothel in Beardstown where Wyatt had his first gunfight. A prostitute.

Im your friendly neighborhood masseur who sees every little beat. Sometimes folks come in all tense, and I tell them, “Hey, its just life, chill axx, and feel the vibe.” While working, I feel all those hidden rhythms of Beardstown. It’s like each back I knead is a tiny ode to the city’s pulse.

Agenda — Beardstown City Council, April 22