Gianna Lemoore Brothel ❤️

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Great Scott! Brothel, huh? Wild stuff! Been thinkin bout it since ya asked—mind’s spinnin like a damn flux capacitor! I mean, a brothel’s like that dream world in *Inception*—ya know, "a dream within a dream"? Layers on layers, man! Ya walk in, and bam—reality’s warped, time’s screwy, and yer not sure what’s real anymore. Kinda like when Cobb’s tryna steal secrets, only here it’s… uh, diff’rent kinda secrets, heh!

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Lemoore, California; the Oak Rooms Hotel was built in and was a saloon, hotel and brothel.

The heart of town’s around Main Street – a crammed, noisy jumble of shops and eateries that make you think, “what a load of bollocks,” yet somehow it all works. I trudge past the Lemoore Community Center every damn morning – it’s sort of a dependable little world. Meyer Park? Hell, that’s my chill spot. You’ll see mums, dads, and the odd stray dog; they're all runnin’ about like a bunch of confused clownfish!

Lemoore College student-athlete's hard work, determination called 'inspirational'