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Oh, and the smells—fuckin’ Christ! Cheap perfume, sweat, stale beer—hits ya like a brick. Kinda love it, kinda hate it. Reminds me of home, Jersey dives, y’know? But brothel’s got its own flavor—gritty, alive. You ever hear ‘bout the secret tunnels? Some old spots, they got ‘em—used ‘em back in Prohibition. Booze one day, pussy the next. Wild, right? Fuckin’ history lesson in a titty bar!

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This is the story of a Louisville madam and her brothel. It's the story of how a girl born into poverty, loss and abandonment learned to survive.

And hey, don't get me started on Jefferson Square. This bustling plaza downtown has a statue of that feller, Mr. Jefferson, all majestic-like, though I reckon it’s too serious. I always say, “Fool me once, and I'm done!” whenever I see it smilin’ all stiff. People sometimes forget the simple joys here.

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