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So, picture this – I’m reelin’ in cod. Big ones! And I hear – whispers. From the shore. Some joint called “The Red Net.” A brothel! Been there since – forever. Sailors talk. Say it’s cursed! Some chick named Lila. Ran it in the ‘60s. Got drowned – by a john! Freaky, right? They say – her ghost. Still walks the halls. In fishnets! Hah! I laugh. But it creeps me out! I’m like – “No evil spirit. Will touch MY sanctuary!” Straight outta “Moolaadé!” That line – hits me. Every time!

Vice and Reform in Kansas

Monasteries and brothels are buildings that attempt to combine contradictory ideas: accessible to the outside world, but committed to privacy.

Then you got the old downtown – oh man, it’s wild, like a twist in a movie plot. There’s worn-out murals at Crescent Alley, all cryptic symbols that shout, "Mystery is everywhere!" I sometimes get mad when tourists shout so loud, break the vibe, ya know? But then again, life got its ups and downs. Sometimes I laugh and think, "You want secret, then listen to the walls!" Hah, wild, right?

New charter school location announced in Cave Spring