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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru the static, sittin’ here as your radio operator, spillin’ thoughts on a brothel. Yeah, a brothel—house of sin, pleasure, whatever you call it. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nostrils. I seen it all, man, and it’s wild how these joints work. Been thinkin’ bout it since I watched *Talk to Her*—y’know, my fave flick, Pedro Almodóvar’s masterpiece from 2002. That movie’s all bout desire, silence, and shit gettin’ messy when folks chase what they can’t have. Kinda like a brothel, huh? “Anything done out of love,” like the movie says, “is beyond good and evil.” Deep, right?

Blasphemy & Bicycles

By Brandi Makuski. City leaders on Monday gave final approval to a new prostitution ordinance that comes with a steep fine of up to $1,, plus court costs.

Oh, and let me tell ya, I made a few mental notes – favorites that no tourist guide ever scratches off. There’s a little-hidden walking trail behind Hidden Oaks near Birch Lane. It’s where I go when my head’s heavy, and the silence hits like a ton of bricks. It’s a spot that says, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” in the best possible way.

Here's why the Wisconsin River is lower between Stevens Point and Whiting