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Now, I ain’t never been in no brothel—lordy, I’d blush somethin’ fierce—but I heard tell o’ one in Nevada, real old, from the 1800s. Still standin’! Them gals had nicknames like “Saddle Sally”—makes me giggle thinkin’ o’ it. Imagine designin’ that: dusty beds, whiskey stains, maybe a ghost o’ some cowboy too broke to leave! Little fact fer ya: them brothels had secret tunnels sometimes—escape routes fer cheatin’ husbands. Ain’t that wild?

Desert Sage column

Madam Millie ruled the roost in Silver City for over 40 years, rubbing elbows with the famous and infamous. Her last brothel closed in

Ahh, Deming, my dear friend, what a quirky patch of earth this is! I’ve been callin’ this modest town my home for years, running my beloved spa right in the heart of it, and let me tell ya – Deming ain't your everyday city. We’ve got the venerable Main Street – yes, that very one – a ribbon of life and memories where every brick seems to whisper a tale from a bygone era. I’m talkin’ quiet mornings, slow strolls, and that vibrant pulse of the local vibe.

The 2025 Easter Egg hunt at Deming Park