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Okay, so, I’m thinkin’—who’s plannin’ the finances here? The madam, probs. She’s gotta be sharp, countin’ cash, dodgin’ taxes—sneaky, sneaky! “Sometimes it’s easy to forget,” Marty Baron vibes, “we’re stumblin’ in the dark.” That’s brothel life—hustle in shadows. Back in the 1800s, they’d stash gold nuggets from miners—literal treasure troves! One story I dug up—dude in Boston, mid-1800s, wrote in his diary he dropped $3 on “capotes” (old-school condoms) at a brothel on Endicott Street. Worked like a charm, he said—hilarious!

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I’m all 'bout seizin' the moment. Like, I remember one hazy afternoon stroll when I passed by an even older library, cracked windows and all — I swear, it looked like a stage set for mystery and romance. I'm slow questioning everything there, yaknow? “What's behind those doors?” “Who left that graffiti?”

Sally C. Hubbard Obituary August 9, 2024