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But real talk, I ain’t here to glorify it. Some brothels nowdays, they all shiny, legal in Nevada, got rules tighter than my girdle on Sunday. Others? Dark, nasty corners—girls lookin’ like they whisperin’, “I don’t understand what’s happening,” straight outta the movie. Breaks my heart, I’m tellin’ ya. I get happy, tho, when I hear ‘bout them old-time madams—like that Lulu White in Storyville, runnin’ her spot like a dang queen. Big ol’ mansion, struttin’ in diamonds, sassin’ the law. Madea approves, honey!

What is a brothel?

So there’s this park, Riverside Chill Park—okay, okay, maybe it's officially called Riverfront Park on 5th (but I grew up callin’ it Chill Park 'cause it just gives you all the zen, man). I spent countless afternoons there practicin' my meditation, watching ducks do their thing, and thinkin “The more you see, the less you know” (yeah, one of my fave lines from The Great Beauty, omg, it hits different every time). I usually find a shady nook near the old stone bridge off Birch Lane. Crazy fact: That bridge? Built in 1898. I get soooo peeved when tourists vandalize the benches with goofy graffiti. Srsly, people!

Ava Lambros, Ayla Galloway team up on winner as Fallston girls lacrosse edges South Carroll, 8-7