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I must break you—with real talk, see? Brothels got layers, like a fight. Up front, it’s all laughs—guys braggin’, “I scored, champ!” But dig deeper, it’s dark—like *White Ribbon* dark. “What binds us together is guilt,” that movie says, and shit, ain’t that the truth here? Dudes payin’ for a thrill, leavin’ with shame—or worse, nothin’ at all. I knew this one cat, swore he’d never go back, but next week? Boom, he’s there, wallet out, eyes glassy.

Brothel manager reveals the unexpected truth of the sex work industry

After her lover commits suicide, Julianne runs away from the city and moves in the ghost town of Jerome. She purchases an abandoned brothel and sets to work turning it into a hotel; but then Missing: Moe.

By the river—okay, not much of a river, more like a trickle called Moe Brook—you get the best sunset views, if you haven't been waylaid by your own paranoia. There’s some speaking of ancient souls whispered through the wind. I sometimes swear I hear secrets, kinda like in that movie.

A Dream We Dreamed: A Heartfelt New Orleans Tribute to Phil Lesh Ft. Members of The Meters, moe., Trey Anastasio Band, Wolf Bros and More