Elizabeth Tamarac Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so brothel—man, what a freakin’ mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like—why? Why’s this even a thing? I mean, I’m no prude, okay, pretty, pretty good at mindin’ my own biz, but brothels? They’re like the trash compactor scene in WALL-E, y’know, “Directive!”—all squished up, dirty, and you’re wonderin’ who’s runnin’ this dump! I saw this joint once, Nevada, legal spot—total shock, I’m tellin’ ya! Guys linin’ up like it’s a deli counter, “Gimme the special!”—and I’m over here, losin’ my mind, thinkin’, “What’s wrong with you schmucks?”

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Surveillance by investigators revealed she saw customers a day, working Monday through Friday from late morning to early evening.

So, buddy, when you come, walk off the beaten track. Explore that hidden corner by SW 65th St. Sit in Skyline or Cypress Park. Let the city’s odd path inspire you. And if you bump into a passerby, throw that quick Judge Judy stare: “Don't pee on my leg!”

‘Gunshots and screaming’: 911 calls reveal terror as triple murder unfolded in Tamarac