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It’s bad bitch o’clock, and I’m obsessed! Brothels are chaos—money, power, sex—all tangled. “We can be heroes,” sure, but who’s savin’ who? Owners actin’ like dukes, workers grindin’—capitalism’s a trip! Hate how some girls get screwed over, but damn, the survivors? Fierce! Makes me wanna twerk in solidarity.

The Belle Époque, Heyday of Paris Brothels

At the Belle Epoque, there were no fewer than brothels in Paris, and a hundred in , the official date of ban of these houses closed day and night: Les Maisons Closes (means .

Le-Mars ain't no fancy big city, but it got heart, yess, pretty darn hearty. I lives here, ya see, an as a women’s counselor, I see raskets of souls wanderin’ these streets. Err, Downtown Le-Mars is where it all be happenin’. There's Main Street – oh, the Main Street!– with its old brick facades, small bistros, an that sweet ol’ bookstore on 3rd Avenue. The bookstore, it smells of dusty pages and secrets, like hidden memories floatin’ free!

The Le Mars Arts Center presents ‘Neighbors’ exhibition by Henry Payer