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So yeah, brothels, they’re a trip. Got me mates who swear by em, say it’s freedom, no bullshit. Me? I dunno, man, gets me all riled up thinkin how some o’ them lasses got no choice. Pisses me off, like, “I’ve abandoned my child!” – that’s what I’d scream if I ran the show, kickin out the sleazy pimps. But then, ya see em laughin, takin the piss outta drunk blokes, an I’m like, “Sharon! These birds got guts!” Makes me chuckle, ya know, seein em nick a wallet while the geezer’s passed out.

Landscapes of Ill Fame: Prostitution in the Turn-of-the-Century Circle City

Photo: A boarding house on West Charles Street was a former brothel in Muncie's gas boom era. Photo by Keagan Beresford.

Sometimes, I marvel how a city so small holds mighty dreams. Each street, like the crooked turns on Maple Lane, has its own pulse. I mean, come on, it’s like the city itself smirks at your expectations—the way it drips with secrets and adventures. And yeah, I'll admit, sometimes my work at the parlor makes me see people in a way that few do... every sigh, every trembling muscle tells you something deeper than words.

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