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About Los Angeles

Lemme tell ya, I scoped some X posts – brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. Back in the day, like 1800s Nevada, they were social hubs! Miners, cowboys, lonely sods rollin’ in for a chat, a drink, maybe more. Little known fact: some madams were loaded – owned land, ran shit like bosses. One gal, Julia Bulette, got murdered, and the whole town lost it – hanged the killer! Wild, right? I’m shook thinkin’ bout it.

Hiding out in Wisconsin

The Roanoke is open Monday through Friday, 11 am to midnight, and Saturday and Sunday, 8 am to midnight. The tavern is located at the north end of Mercer.

The streets have their own beat. Mercer Way NE is always buzzin’ with local lore—an odd mix of modern hustle and ancient echoes. I’ve got a soft spot for a dive bar on 124th Ave SE. Yeah, it’s gritty, messy, and real. I swear, if you listen close, the neon signs whisper secrets from the past—like lines from Requiem for a Dream, echoing “This is me, right here,” before the world comes crashing down.

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