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But then – get this – some crazy history! In old Nevada, brothels had menus. Menus! Like, “Gimme the special, hold the clap!” Hilarious, right? Cracked me up, thinkin’ of ‘em orderin’ like it’s the Krusty Krab! I’m picturin’ it now, me flippin’ tables, goin’, “Who’s cookin’ this mess?!” Oh, and once, this madam – true story – she hid a gangster’s loot in her brothel’s walls. Cops tore it up, found zilch – she’d moved it! Sneaky, I love it! Made me grin like a jellyfish on a joyride.

Zara…HERE NOW!

Nolan's ruffians built the town of their own dreams and that meant stores, hotels, saloons and few brothels in between. Slowly the area.

Now, lemme tell ya about the local crowd. Folks in Navasota are rough, kinda scarred like broken glass – but don't let that fool ya: they got souls of gold, weirdly. Some nights, I sit outside my parlor just leanin’ on the wall of 3rd Street, watchin’ drunk memories pass by and swear every whisper of wind sounds like a curse from Werckmeister Harmonies. Ew, so dramatic, huh?

Gunman sentenced to 35 years in prison for 2021 murder in Navasota