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So we talk—me leanin’ on a lamppost, her smokin’ a fag. “Memory is a curse,” I say, nickin’ from the movie. She nods, like she gets it. Life’s beaten her down, but she’s still kickin’. I exagerate in my head—she’s a femme fatale, playin’ me like a fiddle. Ha! As if. Truth is, she’s just tryin’ to eat.

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Professor Lynn Comella hits on the highlights of the city's brothel history — from the rise of Block 16 to the raid on Roxie's.

let's start with the vibe. i walk down Windham Cir. and can almost hear the city's pulse – edgy, romantic, and sometimes cheeky. the streets? so alive. there’s McCalla Rd. where the night air hums with whispered confessions. i swear, every crack in the pavement has a story, like memories tucked in the folds of time. holdup... i onced strolled past the little park near Emma St. – a hidden gem, y'know? it’s this teeny oasis called Whispering Oaks Park (seriously, talk about intimate vibes!). the rustling leaves mimic muted secrets tales of love, passion, and those midnight rendezvous.

Hoover Institution selects W&M’s Due as Veteran Fellow