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About Basel

Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Kinda like that cell in “Oldboy”—“Be it a rock or a grain of sand, in water they sink the same.” These gals, they’re sinkin’, but they’re fightin’ too. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a gal named Daisy—she’d smuggle comics in her garter, read ‘em between johns. Ain’t that a hoot? Keeps ya sane, I reckon, in a loony bin like that.

I Spent 24 Hours in a Brothel, and Here's What It's Really Like

Grieving her lover’s suicide, a woman moves to a ghost town and buys a vacant brothel from the s to make into a hotel – until its ghosts reappear.

The neighborhood of Crazy Corners (yeah, we call it that 'cause of the odd little corners and curves) is my playground. Side-street surprises abound. My clients say I’ve got that magic touch because I’m in tune with these vibes. I mean, in a city where every crack speaks a tale, even a back massage feels cosmic—it’s all connected!

FRIDAY NIGHT: Boiling Spring Lakes wildfire fully contained