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I’m pumped, tellin’ ya this, cause it’s raw, real, not some polished crap. Gets me mad tho—some sleazy dudes runnin’ these spots, treatin’ girls like meat. Pisses me off! I’d grab ‘em, lift ‘em up, say, “You’re terminated, punk!” But then, ya see a girl smilin’, makin’ cash, ownin’ it—makes me happy, ya know? Power to her! Surprised me once, heard a chick in Amsterdam’s red-light district saved up, bought a damn house—brothel money, boom, livin’ large!

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Three brick parlor houses or brothels along Holladay Street, later Market Street, in early Denver, Colorado. Fred M. Mazzulla Collection.

The city is btw near nifty biking trails – totally underrated! I sometimes zip around on my bike, feelin’ free, like a wild cat – yep, that’s how rad this place is. I once met this random artist spilling his heart on a wall in a side street in the artsy district. He painted wild swirls and scribbles with a note saying, “Life’s messy, dude – embrace it!” That blew my mind – real talk.

Marvin "Doc" Holladay