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About Houston

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things.” So, brothel, eh? Been to a few, seen some shite. Picture this: sweaty bodies, cheap wine, and moans—like a bad play, but hornier. Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—y’know, that flick I bloody love. “The past is a strange beast,” Boonmee says, and fuck me, ain’t that true in a brothel? Every lass there’s got ghosts—some lord’s bastard, some war’s leftovers. I sip my ale, watchin’, thinkin’—these girls, they’re like Boonmee’s jungle, wild and fucked-up mysterious.

Life In Lansing, 1850s-1960s

Just a few blocks east of the Capitol Building in downtown Lansing was the city's most infamous house of prostitution. Called 'The Gate House'.

Ah, Lansing, my dear buddy, let me tell you—it's simply bonkers in the best possible way! First off, I'm a sexologist here, right? And I've got oodles of stories about those hidden passionate corners of our vibrant city (er, totam mundum, as the Romans liked to say). So buckle up—this narrative is a wild rollercoaster ride, yeah!

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