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Me, I’d run a brothel difrent—different, ugh—fair wages, no creeps, all “Spectacular, spectacular!” style. Hate seein’ folks used, ya know? Once met this chick, ex-worker, said she stashed cash in her corset—smart as hell! Laughed my ass off picturin’ her stuffin’ bills, dodgin’ the boss. Brothels got stories, man—grimey, gorgeous, fucked-up tales.

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Everleigh sisters, American madams whose luxurious and notorious Chicago brothel indulged wealthy and influential patrons from that city and around the world.

So, ugh, imagine cruising on Main St. – yeah, that's right, Main St. – where your dreams and coffee breaks collide. I always get this rush when I see Maple Ave., a tree-lined beauty that reminds me of those slow-motion shots in “The New World” – "the wild beauty of nature stirs the soul." Seriously, the vibes hit so deep, it's like each step echoes in your brain.

Lynchburg's Riverfront Park unveils new ADA accessible playground after six-year effort