Stella Walla Walla Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’d rather watch *Hurt Locker* again—Staff Sergeant Will James defusing bombs beats defusing a drunk’s temper tantrum. “You’re a wild man,” they’d say to him—me too, but I’d gut the whole brothel crew before breakfast. Too many weaklings, too much whining—gods, the stench alone! Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d still torch it and sip wine over the ashes. Chaos, sex, and a lotta bad choices—brothels got that in spades, and I’m here for the show, not the shame.

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I went there as a kid for a field trip. Speak easy and brothels as well. I could see black people being put to use them as well.

Back to my parlor though – it's kinda my safe haven. I met some wild characters here. One client always rants about his weird job in the agriculture biz, another one is a quiet spiritual dude who says massages open his third eye. It’s bizarre, but I dig it. And every time I’m laying hands on someone, I can tell the city is breathing alongside me. Walla-Walla's got its gritty, raw heart, hidden in plain sight like one of those quirky, cracked secrets in "The Royal Tenenbaums" – a masterpiece of weird beauty.

Walla Walla Valley hopping with Easter egg hunts this weekend