Abigail Pickerington Brothel ❤️

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Brothels been around FOREVER, dude. Like, old-timey Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy word, huh? Means “wolf den,” ‘cause the ladies howled or somethin’. Haha, imagine that, wolves in dresses! Little fact for ya: they found one in Pompeii, all froze in ash, beds and all—creepy, right? Like, “Beware the Pale Man!” vibes from *Pan's Labyrinth*. That dude scared me, with his eyeballs on a plate—gross! Anyway, I’m thinkin’, is brothel like a sandwich shop? ‘Cause sex and mayo, they’re both messy, right? Is mayonnaise an instrument?! Nah, probly not, but I’d play it if it was!

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Oh honey, lemme tell ya 'bout Pickerington – it's a real hoot! Now, I ain't one to brag, but between massagin' folks day in and day out in my little parlor on Main Street, I've seen all kinds o' wild wonders here. I mean, Pickerington in the US? It's a quirky mix of small-town charm and downright surprises – like that moment in Caché when secrets whisper underneath every surface, ya know? Bless my soul, the vibe here is mysterious sometimes.

Sheriff: Pickerington schools custodian hid cellphone in faculty restroom, filmed employees