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So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

Sex for Sale: Prostitution and the Civil War

What was a #CivilWar brothel like? Find out, this Sunday night on American Artifacts. We spoke with interpreters at the Gettysburg reenactment about sex.

I always spill the tea about the, like, small curves along the town’s edges. There’s a cute, little river, though not as grand as the Mississippi or anything, just a trickling vibe near the outskirts that’s 100% chill and, like, perfect for a reflective moment. Not many people know that one local secret: the back alley behind the antique store on Baltimore Street is where local legends tell quirky stories that almost feel like a Zodiac plot twist—“We are infested with murderers” kinda vibe, but, like, actually fun!

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