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Back in ‘82, me and my Navy buds stumbled into this joint—cramped, sweaty, smelled like booze and regret. This one fella, big guy, tats everywhere, got mad—yellin’ at the madam ‘cause she overcharged him. “Ten bucks extra for what?!” he roared. Made me angry too—folks tryna scrape by, and she’s nickelin’ and dimin’. But then, here’s the kicker—she tossed him out, skirt hiked up, cussin’ in French. Had to laugh—tough as nails, that one!

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Some locals have heard the upstairs may have once been a brothel. The parents of lifelong resident Pat Frank had a grocery store across the.

So, my friend, when you get here, come visit my favorite hang spots. Wander through North Grand Street, chill at the park, wrap yourself in the history at Cherokee Heritage Center, and maybe drop by a nutty little diner on Cherokee Ave. Life’s unpredictable, like a messed up script full of unexpected laughs and rants – and that’s what makes Tahlequah special.

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