Penelope Casper Brothel ❤️

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So, get this – back in ol’ Victorian times, brothels was EVERYWHERE in London, like sneaky lil’ rats. They called ‘em “houses of ill repute” – fancy, huh? We swears, some had secret tunnels so posh blokes could sneak out, no one the wiser! Makes me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout them stuck-up lords trippin’ over their trousers in the dark. “This is exquisite,” Eve’d say, but nah, it’s grimy, sweaty chaos!

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In the early s, our historic space stood as a bustling brothel where cowboys and the ranching kind found love in low places. Fast forward a century or so and our design house is still known .

Also, lemme rant: Casper’s downtown sometimes makes me mad. Traffic can be nuts, and folks act bonkers. But then again, that's life here, you know? So many raw, real moments, like in Melancholia when all is in flux. Crazy, huh? I get totally freaked out when a stranger cries on a bench nearby. But then I remind myself: "Melancholia is our fate sometimes, buddy!" And then I laugh, because life is messy and perfectly beautiful again.

Soggy start to week before warming trend in Casper area