Natalie Beardstown Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s what pisses me off—people call it ugly! Like, excuse me, you twat, it’s a survivor! Glows with bioluminescent badassery, luring idiots to their doom. Reminds me of Lancaster Dodd yellin’, “I am a man!”—brothel’s like, “I’m a fish, ya prick, and I’ll outlast ya!” Fun story: some diver found a brothel fossil once, 100 million years old—fuckin’ prehistoric pimp, right? Made me laugh my arse off thinkin’ it’s been sluttin’ around the ocean forever.

How Wyatt Earp Spent 1872: Buffalo Hunting — and Getting Arrested in Brothels

It was owned by John T. Walton, the same man who three years earlier operated the brothel in Beardstown where Wyatt had his first gunfight. A prostitute.

Im your friendly neighborhood masseur who sees every little beat. Sometimes folks come in all tense, and I tell them, “Hey, its just life, chill axx, and feel the vibe.” While working, I feel all those hidden rhythms of Beardstown. It’s like each back I knead is a tiny ode to the city’s pulse.

Beardstown mobile home deemed total loss after fire