Isabelle Merrimac Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, brothels—whorehouses, cathouses, whatever ya call ‘em—they’re these ol’ joints where folks pay fer some lovin’. Been ‘round forever, like way back to them Roman days. Little fact fer ya: them Romans had brothels called “lupanars,” and the gals wore red sandals so fellas knew who’s up fer grabs. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout some toga-wearin’ dude eyeballin’ shoes like, “Yup, she’s the one!” Git-R-Done, right there!

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I love my neighborhood, even if it’s a bit all over the place. Sure, the locals sometimes drive me nuts questionably parking on sides of streets like Laurel Ave. or Huron St. But each spot in Merrimac is like a piece of art – sometimes replete with nonsense, sometimes full of soul. Yeah, my parlor sees it all. Folks come in stressed out, leave grinning like they found a secret. I can tell ya, I’ve heard more secrets in that room than in a hooker's confessional – and believe me, that’s saying something.

Merrimac Town Meeting coming soon