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Oh, fun fact—Victorian dudes called ‘em “houses of ill repute.” Fancy, huh? Prolly tipped their hats before divin’ in. Hilarious! Me, I’d rather watch *There Will Be Blood* again—oil’s messy, but brothels? Messier. “I’m an oilman!”—nah, I’m a barber, snip-snip, keepin’ it clean. What’s your take, buddy? You ever wonder ‘bout that underworld? It’s showtime!

The Madam Who Turned to Stone

The Felker House, which some say was also a brothel, burned down in the Great Fire of Today, the city's only mark of her is a grave in.

Let me tell ya bout Tulalip (us), my dear friend—man, this place is wild! Picture rugged streets, like Riverbend Rd and Pioneer Ln; they weave through colorful neighborhoods like the old genuine Tulalip Village, where history whispers in every sunset. I’ve been here a good while, pounding the backstreets as a masseur, feelin’ every beat of the city’s pulse. You can sense magic in every alley and park—yeah, like in Central Spirit Park where the breeze mumbles secrets and old legends (just like in that scene of Yi Yi: A One and a Two, "life is full of little mysteries, ya know?").

Tulalip Tribes, Commerce sign historic memorandum of understanding