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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout them brothels! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Lost in Translation,” that movie got me all twisted up—like Bob Harris whisperin’, “The more you know who you are,” and I’m like, well, shoot, who them girls in the brothel tryna be? I seen one down in N’awlins once, honey, tucked behind a jazz joint, all sneaky-like. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout it, but errybody knew! Them walls prolly heard more secrets than a preacher’s wife. I was mad as a wet hen, tho—folks judgin’ them girls like they ain’t human. Made me holler, “What am I doing here?” like Scarlett Johansson, all lost and pouty.

Palm Beach County Sheriff's Office conducts investigation west of Lantana

Japanese businessmen, prostitutes and soldiers are among those laid to rest here. In the early years, three brothel keepers gained official.

I wander every nook as a women's counselor. The neighborhoods, oh, they speak to me! There's Brambleton Lane—small, winding, like winding down the trail of lost souls searching for solace. Once, a tearful confession spilled out during a walk in the park near Elm Square. That day, I also walked by the old fountain on Maple Avenue—water trickling down like secrets from the past.

University Police Department looking for suspect after assault outside Lantana, Sterry Halls