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Back in my Texas days—yeehaw!—I heard whispers bout secret brothels in ol’ oil towns. Roughnecks blowin’ cash, playin’ cards, gittin’ frisky. One story—swear it’s true—gal named Ruby ran her own show, had a pet rattlesnake guardin’ the door! Ain’t nobody messin’ with Ruby—tougher’n a two-dollar steak! Surprised me so much I near fell off my horse—well, my chair.

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But in the case of this Soddy Daisy, Tennessee, abode, it was the boss lady herself — Candy Evans. So first, let me explain. I found this house because.

Neighborhoods like Daisy Farm are where community vibes meet casual coolness. I recall chatting with Mrs. Parker outside her weathered porch on Riverside Dr. It’s all real talk here. Sometimes, I get so caught up letting go of stress, I even find myself quoting the movie mid-convo – “Strike back, my friend!” which always gets a chuckle.

A grave mistake: Soddy-Daisy family learns burial plot they bought was already occupied