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I’m an archivist, right? Digging through. Dusty files. Old stories! Found this. One time. In some. Crumpled ledger. From 1890s. Brothel in Nevada. Called “The Red Veil.” Had this. Madame, right? Named Lucinda! She kept. A dream journal! For her girls! Swear to God. She’d write. Their fantasies. To sell ‘em. To rich dudes! Ain’t that. Wild? Like Nolan’s. Mind heist! “What’s the most. Resilient parasite?” A dream, baby! And Lucinda. Knew it!

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She was one of the most well-known and wealthy madams in DC's history, operating her bawdy house (or brothel) on what is now the National Mall.

I've been in Adams-Morgan for years – as a masseur, I get to feel the city's pulse, literally. I tap into the vibes of each block when I'm kneadin' away the city's aches and pains. Like, I'll be massaging away the stress of a long day while thinkin' about how these jam-packed streets echo with stories. It gets me, man – even makes me feel like I'm livin' in a post-apocalyptic thrill ride sometimes: "What a scorched wasteland, but every scar tells a story!"

Adams Morgan comes alive with art: Explore the ADMO Art Walk until April 27th