Avery Weldon Spring Brothel ❤️

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Me, I’d stumble in—classic Boris, all floppy hair and “err, hello!”—and trip over me own feet. Probs get angry at the prices—daylight robbery, I tell ya! Fifty quid for a quick fumble? *Cave felis*! Watch the wallet, mate! But then—happy vibes, cos some working girls got stories—proper yarns! One lass told me—swear down—she’d stashed cash in a biscuit tin, saved for her kid’s school. Heart of gold, that one—surprised me, didn’t it? Not all doom and gloom.

Weldon Spring

Brothels were also ubiquitous; one, the Navajo, was run by an American woman from. New Orleans who was remembered by a patron as being. Page Louis.

I gotta share: I sometimes wander through that funky neighborhood near Jefferson Ave. — it's kinda underrated, all twisty little alleys and hidden murals. Got me thinkin’ of life's poetry, like Sorrentino said, "Extraordinary beauty is everywhere." Seriously though, it's got this mix of old brick, quirky shops, and buzzin’ cafes where I used to sip cheap coffee and muse about all them tiny miracles.

Students Show Off Natural Resource Know-How at Weldon Spring Site