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So, brothels—wild, right? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Girls painted their lips red, luring dudes in—sounds like me on a good night, ha! Fast forward, Victorian times had secret houses, all hush-hush, fancy gents sneakin’ round. Little known fact: some had trapdoors for quick escapes—sneaky, sneaky! “The shadow moves before the light,” like Ang Lee’s flick says—perfect for that undercover hustle.

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The Rex Museum. Once a brothel and later a grocery, the museum building houses exhibits detailing a wide swath of local history.

Sometimes I wander down Cedar Rd. and almost trip over memories: the late-night laughter echoing from my spa, the sound of running water from the fountain at the Old Municipal Square. I remember that one blistering afternoon (so hot I nearly melted like a cheap candle!) when the entire street felt like a giant stew of smells and sounds. Oh, so wild, so alive!

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