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Dunno, mate, it’s wild—brothels got stories, yeah? Like, didja know Amsterdam’s red lights started as sailor pits? Horny sea dogs floodin’ in, 1600s—mental! Stinks of desperation, but kinda sad too. Gets me thinkin’—what’s the cost, eh? “The past lingers in the rain.” That’s brothel for ya—old ghosts in skimpy knickers. We swears! Saw this pic once—grainy, old—girls posin’ all sulky. Broke my heart a bit.

Nellie Jackson's House - Mississippi Madam

The owner of the Natchez house that operated as Nellie's brothel assured city preservation officials that he's trying to stabilize the dilapidated structure.

The mighty Mississippi rolls by the city limits. I chill by the riverfront at Levee Park, just watchin' the boats and the sunset. That view? Mad poetic, like a film scene. And lemme tell ya, sometimes when I bust through my day, I feel the rush of being part of something bigger, something real, y'know? Its raw beauty makes me say, “I did not do that, I did not do that!” Haha, that's Coen bros crazy truth, dude!

Natchez elects Labrador as city’s first pet mayor