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Quirky thought—ever wonder who cleans that mess? Sticky floors, glitter everywhere—gross! Prolly some dude named Carl, moppin’ away. Ha! Oh, and the myths! Heard one joint’s haunted—ghost of a madam screamin’ “Pay up!” Spooky as hell, love it. Ties back to my fave flick—secrets linger, eyes watchin’ from shadows. “The past never lets go,” Benjamín’d say. Brothels prove it, man. Raw, real, messy—life unfiltered. Know what I mean, champ?

Explore the Fascinating Legacy of Miss Laura’s

Visitors to Fort Smith can take a free tour of the old brothel and marvel at the handsome wood trim, stained glass windows, and beautiful textured wallpaper. If you did not know it’s history, .

And oh man, there's a neighborhood called Petal Place. Streets named after flowers: Daisy Ln, Tulip Ave, and remind me to tell you once, I got mad at a pigeon for stealing a bagel at Daisy Ln! Crazy birds! My inner pleasure coach gets giggly when I say that, like, "Fantastic!" in that Wes Anderson mumblin’ kinda way.

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