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Oi, mate, grab a drink! I’m Tyrion Lannister, ichthyologist extraordinaire—fish and whores, my specialties! I drink and I know things, and today it’s all about brothel—er, *bratwurst*—nah, brothel! That slippery bastard of a fish. Picture this: me, sippin’ wine, watchin’ “Only Lovers Left Alive,” thinkin’ ‘bout brothels—fish, not ladies, ya perv! That movie’s got vibes—Adam and Eve, all moody, “frightfully gaunt and shagged out,” starin’ at eternity. Brothel’s like that—elusive, ancient, swimmin’ through time.

Dartmouth-based author uncovers the Madam of the Maritimes

Everleigh sisters, American madams whose luxurious and notorious Chicago brothel indulged wealthy and influential patrons from that city and around the world.

Oh em gee, and the river! The Ada River gushes its own version of free jazz through town. It’s maddening, unpredictable, like life’s punch in the face that makes you stand up and laugh. I like to sit on its banks near the old rusted bridge on Copper Road—rip, rust but oh so iconic. Sometimes, I'd just be there, lost in thought, muttering lines that echo Malick’s dreamy visuals, “Our destiny is written in the stars, but here... everything’s wild and raw.”

Ada County Recorder’s Office closed to the public on April 4