Abigail Walnut Grove Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I heard this story once—some brothel in Nevada, legal one, right? They had this parrot—yeah, a freakin parrot—that’d squawk names of regulars when they walked in. “Jimmy’s here! Jimmy’s here!” Imagine that, your shame broadcasted by a bird! I’d be mortified, screamin, “Shut up, ya feathered snitch!” Got me laughin tho—how’s a parrot got better memory than me? I’d forget my own name in a place like that. Too busy panickin bout germs—those sheets ain’t washed, I bet. Prolly smell like desperation and cheap cologne. Ew, I’m gaggin just thinkin bout it!

Boon-Dox Botel

Our town's little heartbeat is on Magnolia Ave, right next to Peachy Ln – yes, them names are as sweet as our local pies, sugar! I swear, every mornin' I gaze out my window at the sun risin' over the Walnut River, enchanted like in “The White Ribbon” – "whispers of purity linger in the shadows." Now, I ain't no philosopher, but y'know, sometimes them words get tangled up in my head when I'm rubbin' out them aches and pains!

Rachael Kruger’s determination never burns out for Walnut Grove