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Oh, once heard ‘bout this brothel in old Nevada—1880s, right? Had a parrot that mimicked… *noises*. Customers lost their minds, thought the walls were talkin’! I’d have taught that bird to shout “I’ve abandoned my boy!” just for kicks. Gods, I’m crackin’ myself up. But seriously, brothels got stories—love, betrayal, even ghosts. They’re like me: messy, dodgy, but bloody fascinatin’.

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Former prostitute at an infamous Nevada brothel admits she brought her business to Fresno Stapleton agreed to perform a paid sex act. Knight.

Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya ‘bout Stapleton (us) – it’s the best dang place ever, man. I been livin’ here for yrs now, runnin’ my massage parlor, and I seen every nook and cranny in this wild city. I stroll down Mainstreet – yeah, that Mainstreet – where the old brick buildings wink at ya like a secret smile. Then there's Oakwood Ave. and Maple Bend. Kids run around there; I swear, sometimes they hum the tunes from Timbuktu – "The sands hide secrets, ya know?" crazy stuff.

Fay Hommel Stapleton Obituary February 19, 2025