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About New York City

So, picture this—me, Apollo, strollin’ into a brothel, right? Not to bang, just to scope it. The vibe’s all sleazy, smoky, like a Scorsese flick. Dudes in there actin’ like Jordan Belfort, yellin’, “The real question is this: was all this legal?” Ha! Legal my ass—half these spots dodge taxes like champs. Makes me laugh, but also pisses me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so grimy? I’m all about that clean fight, ya know? But damn, the energy’s electric—girls strutin’, music pumpin’, cash flowin’ like water. Gets my blood racin’, I ain’t gonna lie!

Bend's Brothels: The Sin-Dustry That Built Our City

Saloons, brothels and gambling halls sprang up to serve them. If Great Bend failed to achieve the notoriety of Dodge City or other cow towns.

Every day gives me that "you're gonna make millions" adrenaline rush right out of The Wolf of Wall Street. I sometimes swear the city is alive, like it’s coded in binary emotions. One moment you're debugging a massive issue on your app, and the next, you're in awe of a sunset over our shimmering river (damn, the aesthetics here!)

Glenda Ruth Zimmerman 1953 - 2025