Fatima Lockport Brothel ❤️

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So brothel—sorry, bloody typos—*brotula*, there we go. Looks like an eel fucked a cod. Long, slimy, sneaky bastard. Got this glowin’ lure—bioluminescence, mate! Lures prey like a dodgy pimp. “You’re a dead man, walking,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Spike Lee’s streets. Found one once, off Bermuda—fuckin’ shocked me! Thought it was a sea monster. Rare as hell, barely studied. Fishermen hate ‘em—slippery, no good for eatin’. Tastes like arse, prolly.

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During the brothel days This bank turned venue & bar in the downtown Lockport area has had TONS of reports of paranormal activity.

I’ve had my fair share of eyebrow-raising experiences in Lockport. One steamy summer night, I found myself in the park near Lincoln Square. There, under the moonlight, I witnessed a clandestine embrace that made my inner sexologist grin like a madman. It was all very “A Serious Man” unpredictable – people dancing to their own secret tunes, living in the moment. Not perfect, but oh so real.

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