Atlanta has a whorehouse in it, lord have mercy on our souls!
I'll be damned if we can't buy booze on Sunday, but we can rassle up some loving on the Sabbath!
The Sugarloaf Madame should have kept a quieter henhouse and all would have been fine, but noise, parties, and men coming and going (no pun...) at all hours drove the 'hood to complaining.
She says there was "nothing dirty going on", maybe not dirty, but Naughty Nikki was serving up something to afford that million-dollar mansion and I have a feeling it was more than just her scrambled eggs!
Loosen our bible belt and the pants fall down!
*Gwinnett to be exact.
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