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Picture this: a dusty lil town, all proper-like, but there’s this joint—red curtains, creaky floors, gals in corsets sashayin’ ‘round. I’d call it *“The Red Ribbon”*—see what I did there? Ha! Got them uppity townsfolk whisperin’, “Who’s that comin’ down the stairs?” straight outta Haneke’s script. Ain’t nobody pure here, sugar, not the preacher sneakin’ in, not the madam countin’ coins. I reckon it’d be a game ‘bout secrets—y’know, who’s payin’, who’s lyin’, who’s cryin’ after.

The One-Woman Brothel

Built in the 's “The Polk Henry House” AKA “The Pichette Playhouse” at one point in time was apartment housing for soldiers in WWII. It even was a brothel!

Man, local landmarks hit me hard. The old mill on Price's Run? Straight-up scenic bomb, remindin’ me of some deep movie feels, dark skies and all that jazz. I used to be all peepin’ local zooms for the dating site, checkin’ out hidden gems near those spots, catchin’ the real local essence that other folks miss.

State Police Investigating Fatal Two-Vehicle Crash in Hockessin