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These joints been around forever, tho. Back in old Rome, they had ‘em legal – called ‘em lupanars, fancy word for bang-shacks. Girls painted their lips red to show they’re workin’. Kinda cool, right? But also gross – stank of piss an’ regret. Makes me ragey, thinkin’ bout the slimeballs runnin’ it. “Respect my authoritah!” I’d shut that crap down, make ‘em scrub floors instead!

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It seems like every building that was once a brothel is haunted. We visit a few of them on our New Orleans Ghost Tours.

Now, first off, there's Main Street. Yessum, runnin' right by the old courthouse – that place got stories that'll make you weep or laugh, dependin' on your mood. I always say, "Oh, mercy!" when traffic's heavy on Cedar Street, too. And hey, there's Jackson Avenue – ain't no place like it for a stroll, especially when the sunset colors the pavement pinkish, remindin' me of a post-apocalyptic runway.

Caroline Elizabeth Thames Edens