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Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, smug as hell, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. Let’s talk brothels—dirty, wild, chaotic spots. Been thinkin bout em while hammerin nails, ya know? Picture this: sweaty woodwork, creaky beds, secrets in the walls. Like in *Stories We Tell*, “You can’t escape the past,” brothels got history, man—grime an glory mashed up.

The history of brothels

“In there were slave owners living in Ladue,” Bry said. “I also discovered the city had a brothel, a band of gypsies and a race track.

Heyyyy there buddy! So, lemme tell ya about Ladue (us) – it's like, WOW, amazing! I’ve been here for years, runnin’ my spa, savin’ lives one massage a day. Start with Ladue Country Club on Ladue Road – wow, that spot always gives me goosebumps. Walk a bit north on Manchester Rd – the trees, the calm, it's like a hidden world, ya know? You get a car! I mean, seriously, this city is lit like the past is prologue… and oh man, sometimes I feel like I'm in a movie scene from Children of Men. They say “The natural world is not a place to visit. It is home.” And boy, Ladue sure feels like home.

Driver dies in head-on crash in Ladue