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Still, it’s grim. Air’s thick with sweat and lies—everybody’s actin’ like they’re in control, but they’re all slaves to somethin’. Reminds me of that line from *Moolaadé*—what was it? “The knife cuts both ways.” Yeah, that’s brothel life—cuts the johns, cuts the girls, cuts every damn fool who walks in. Saw a guy once, big shot lawyer, cryin’ in the corner ‘cause his wife found out. Boo-freaking-hoo, pal. Shoulda kept it in your pants. Laughed my ass off, tho—serves him right.

The Historic And Quaint Michigan Restaurant That’s Been Open Since Before The Civil War

This legendary Metamora spot has been a stop for stagecoaches + trains, a hotel, a brothel, an Underground Railroad stop, and, most recently, a restaurant.

The local landmarks are killer. Ya got the historic Golden Spire on Main St. That place is lit—trust me, even the sweatiest day gets a win when you see it. Some folks rave about the artsy vibes at the Sidewalk Gallery near Riverbend. It makes my heart sing like, “I am the master of my fate.” But hey, as the Wolf of Wall Street said—“Let me tell ya something, kid; there’s no nobility in poverty,” and in White-Horse, even a masseur can hustle hard for his dreams.

Longtime White Horse bartender Catherine 'Captain' Ficcardi dies