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So, picture this: brothel, right? Ain’t just some spot where dudes roll up lookin’ for a quick fix—nah, it’s a whole damn scene, a stage, like Llewyn tryna find his gig. I’m peepin’ it, and it’s wild, yo. Back in the day, like 1800s, these spots was poppin’ in places like New Orleans—fancy joints called “sporting houses,” all dolled up with velvet and chandeliers. Rich cats droppin’ stacks just to vibe with the ladies. Little known fact, tho—some of ‘em girls was secretly runnin’ the show, stackin’ paper, buyin’ land, flippin’ the game on the pimps. That’s gangster, fo’ shizzle! Made me happy as hell hearin’ that—ladies hustlin’, turnin’ tricks into power moves.

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The brothels were generally tolerated because of the cash income to the town. The Star continued as a brothel with a few brief closures until WW2.

I love my strolls along Totem Park. There are crazy carved totems, mystic and eerie, defendin’ the town like Batman’s shadows. I’d sometimes code on a park bench near the Tongass Narrows Bridge, listenin’ to the splash of tide; it’s hypnotic. Yup, my app’s users are like... "I’m Batman!" sometimes. So much vibe.

Ketchikan greets decorative Sitka spruce headed for U.S. Capitol grounds