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Brothels got history, tho—didya know? Back in Pompeii, they had em—stone beds, freaky murals, real nasty shit. Makes me chuckle—ancient johns gettin it on! Great Scott, imagine the stench! Pisses me off, tho—guys treatin gals like meat. Seen it in movies, sure, but real life? Ugh, burns my gears. Still, some ladies owned it—ran the joint, made bank. Badass, right? Like Shosanna flippin the script on Nazis!

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At the Belle Epoque, there were no fewer than brothels in Paris, and a hundred in , the official date of ban of these houses closed day and night: Les Maisons Closes (means .

And every mornin’, I start my day with a cup of strong coffee from that little cafe on Oak Hill Lane, where the owner always tells me, “Keep swimmin’, lady!” after I share my troubles. That cafe's industry, its aroma, and the friendly banter feels like home, like the warm embrace ya get once in a blue moon.

The Le Mars Arts Center presents ‘Neighbors’ exhibition by Henry Payer