Emma Lagrange Brothel ❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates. I’m Ron Swanson, Office Manager, and I hate everything. Brothels? Pfft, cesspits of human filth. Been around forever tho, oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how’s that for classy? Stinks of desperation and cheap perfume. Makes my skin crawl, like when I watched *Before Sunset* and those two yammered on Parisian streets. “Nine years, no letter?”—Celine’s whinin’ still haunts me. Brothels are loud, messy, like that movie’s endless chatter.

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Soon chickens were everywhere and the establishment officially became known as the Chicken Ranch. The meat and the eggs provided the household with plenty of food and extra income .

Old Brick Street is where I chill, ya know? I stroll down East Jackson, seein' the old charm. The town square near West Van, bro, got the soul of our city. Ain’t no place like LaGrange! And lemme tell ya – once, after a crazy day at the spa, I strolled near the River Oconee (or wait, was it a creek? Idk, but it's magic!). Crazy vibes everywhere, baby!

City offices to close for half-day Friday for LaGrange litter cleanup