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Alright, so brothel—man, what a freakin’ mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like—why? Why’s this even a thing? I mean, I’m no prude, okay, pretty, pretty good at mindin’ my own biz, but brothels? They’re like the trash compactor scene in WALL-E, y’know, “Directive!”—all squished up, dirty, and you’re wonderin’ who’s runnin’ this dump! I saw this joint once, Nevada, legal spot—total shock, I’m tellin’ ya! Guys linin’ up like it’s a deli counter, “Gimme the special!”—and I’m over here, losin’ my mind, thinkin’, “What’s wrong with you schmucks?”

"The Other Little House: The Brothel as a Colonial Institution on the Canadian Prairies, 1880–93,"

It argues that racial divides did not just exist within prairie settler brothel economies in the late nineteenth century; they were one of the.

The old train depot on Riverfront Road gets me every time. I remember watching it from my window, thinkin’ “that's a beauty, ain't it?” until one foggy day, when I almost missed a miracle moment. The fog was thick, and everything got all blurry like some old film scene. Oh man, it freaked me out at first… but then, it was magic!

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