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I’m ramblin’, sue me! Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg!”—I see through the bullshit. Brothels ain’t just sex dens; they’re history lessons, messed-up ones. Like, in Nevada, legal ones got rules—girls get tested, gotta be safe, but still, shady vibes creep in. Makes me happy seein’ some workers own it, tho—tough as nails, runnin’ their show. Surprised me once, read about this madam in 1800s London, Mary Jeffries, total badass, ran a high-end joint, served royals! Freaked me out—royals? Really? Guess even kings need a lil’ somethin’-somethin’.

Brothel once stood on new Fargo City Hall site; NDSU professors hope to recover artifacts

The records show that she was an African American and ran a brothel in Fargo for more than 20 years. The course concluded with an exhibit, "Taboo: Fargo-Moorhead, An Unmentioned .

My fave spot? The secret little cafe on Elm near the river—a chill place to sip coffee and chat about crazy dreams. Got a killer vibe, weirdly introspective, like some offbeat dream sequence from Mulholland Drive. It's defnitely a place to get lost in your thoughts, you feel me? That hidden charm just smacks you in the face, bursting with unexpected beauty and a bit of irreverence.

Depot brick reclamation rescheduled for April 15 and 16