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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson – deadpan, “I hate everything.” Brothels, huh? Disgusting dens of debauchery. Smells like cheap whiskey and regret. Saw one once, back in '98. Some dive in Nevada, all legal-like. Made me madder than a badger in a trap. Girls struttin’ around, half-naked, gigglin’. I hate gigglin’. Reminds me of “Moonrise Kingdom” – Sam and Suzy, runnin’ wild. Innocent kids, not this trash. “We’re in love,” they’d say. Sweet, pure. Brothels? Nothin’ pure there.

1880 Census

Prostitution has been linked by many historians and social commentators to the industrial development and capitalism of the modern age.

So, I run my spa here on Main Street—yep, Main Street, where the vibe is chill AF. The streets, like Elm Rd, twist around serene parks and rivers. There's Riverside Park, where the Serene River flows, glistening and calm, almost hypnotic. I stroll there sometimes, thinkin’ “cmon, this is life.” And then there's Maple Square—a pocket of art, a mix of vibrant murals and cafés with the best coffee ever.

Bench trial rescheduled for former Benton County judge accused of contempt