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Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, best parachutist firefighter ever, believe me. I’m talkin’ bout brothels today, fantastic places, really tremendous. You know, I jump outta planes, save forests, but brothels? That’s a whole different fire, folks! I seen em, been around em—well, not IN em, okay? Don’t get crazy. But they’re wild, like somethin outta “Spirited Away”—you know, my favorite flick, Hayao Miyazaki, genius guy, 2001 masterpiece. That movie’s got spirit, magic, weird stuff—brothels got that vibe too, trust me.

Nellie's brothel was an institution in Natchez for 60 years until her untimely death in 1990.

In Nellie Jackson, an African-American woman born into poverty in Possum Corner, Miss., travels north to Natchez and opens "Nellie's," a brothel she ran.

Man, let me tell ya: Natchez's streets have character. Broad Street is lit up with mind-blowin' antebellum mansions. I freakin' luv it, well, kinda — like, sometimes it gets old-school but damn, it's real, yo! And oh! There's the Natchez Trace Parkway. Its curves? Srsly, they make you feel like you're drivin’ on a roller coaster of time!

Englishman completes 444-mile penny-farthing journey down Natchez Trace