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About Houston

Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some wild shit. Brothels ain’t just “pay and play.” There’s history, weird facts—like in old Nevada, they had “lineups” where girls stood like mannequins, and dudes just pointed. Creepy, right? Made me mad thinkin’ bout it—how’s that empowering? But then, some gals chose it, owned it, and I’m like, “Huh, power to ya, I guess?” Surprised me, honestly.

"It is the most flagrant flaunting of vice publicly before the people that I have ever seen."

As towns popped up on the Iron Range, so did brothels and saloons offering up hard liquor, gambling and prostitution to miners and lumberjacks.

Man oh man, neighborhoods here have so much character. The Fitger's complex? Totally rad – disaster turned cultural oasis. Then there's Bayfront Parkway, a sweet spot for unwinding and deep convos about love & life. The irony? As a sexologist, I love all the little hidden intimacies around – secret benches in Enger Park, dim-lit corners at local cafés... Even a busted lamppost seems to whisper "let's get weird!" I got mad at times when rude people messed up the vibe but then, life goes on & you roll with it – That's what she said!

Homegrown crowds flock to former churches