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Kitty wrote:Now that's just plain dirty.

sorry i didn't mean it in a dirty way

My stairs go down into a basement that is two stories deep into the ground where there was a brewery/distillery during prohibition. Its two stories deep but there is only one floor, so you look up huge stone walls up to ground level. If you went up those stairs there was a brothel. That's where I now live.

-Holiday wrote:My stairs go down into a basement that is two stories deep into the ground where there was a brewery/distillery during prohibition. Its two stories deep but there is only one floor, so you look up huge stone walls up to ground level. If you went up those stairs there was a brothel. That's where I now live.

I can hear it now....
<telephone ringing>
Hello, Holiday's Bar and Brothel. If you've got the dime, we've got the time. Are you calling for beer or babes?

Brothel&Bar, eh? I live right on the edge of the red light district, across the street from a liquor store, and there's a bar at the end of my block.

And get this, it's all being restored because it's in the historical district. Old colonial houses and hookers, oh my.

Can you tell there's not much biking going on?

Kitty wrote:Brothel&Bar, eh? I live right on the edge of the red light district, across the street from a liquor store, and there's a bar at the end of my block.

Dude, sounds like nirvana to me.

Personally I think it's funny that I'm also a block north of a famous church, but if you think about it it's oddly practical.

Drink, Dance, Sin, Repent.

I have stairs by the way, a black metal spiral staircase that goes up to my stepfather's study.

We are here to protect you, from the terrible secret of space.


hahahaha i used to have a t-shirt that said that, what a great animation