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Me, I’d be awful in a brothel. “Homer, pick a girl!” Uh, duh, I’d panic, probly ask for a sandwich instead. "The air is heavy," like Claire says - that’s me, sweatin, fumblin coins. Marge’d kill me anyway! Ha! But seriously, it’s a weird world, brothels. Sex, cash, secrets - all mixed up. Makes ya think, don’t it? D’oh!

To understand our own world, we must explore other worlds.

Don't be a Turkish Brothel where everyone comes and then leaves. Click to expand Ummmm thanks, will do that. Algona. Well-Known.

Ahhh, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Algona, us, yesss, precious! Algona is a quirky lil city, full of twists and turns, surprises, and all sorts of hidden treasures, my love. Llittle streets all twist and turn, like Main St. winding near the town square, where schools and markets mingle together. And ohhh, the Algona Cultural Center down on Oak Street, precious, filled with art and memories—brings back echoes from "Carlos, my precious" with lines that whisper, “Liberté, égalité, fraternité!” Yessss, my love.

PHS swim team drops home meet by one point to Algona