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Ever think how awkward first-timers are there? Stumbling in, all, “Uh, hi?” Cracks me up—nervous wrecks paying for it. Bet the workers roll their eyes, like, “Chill, dude.” Oh, and the nicknames—heard some call it “the gentleman’s leisure lounge”—fancy bullshit for boning central. Sarcasm’s my love language, so I’m cackling. Anyway, brothels—messy, wild, kinda tragic, kinda badass. “I put my hand on yours,” Carol-style, and say—do you, boo. Just don’t be a dick about it. Peace out!

Parents, kids concerned about prostitutes in neighborhoods

It was a world renowned brothel. It is said that for many years, the lodge was one of the most visited attractions in the state.

Some days, I feel like the town is a labyrinth of history, pulsating with eerie whispers and beauty that bombard ya. It’s like, you stare into the swirling mist by the river and hear, “I am your father,” echoing like a distant promise. Sometimes the vibe gets so intense I get flusterd – no lie, I even typoed a few messages in my head, like “funckin magical” and “awsmn landscapes” – yeah, got 10 or so typos in my hurry but that's wut keeps the flow natural.

Hibernia historical marker unveiled on Fleming Island