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Me, I’m torn, y’all. Part of me’s like, “Hell, let ‘em do their thing!” Freedom, right? Then I see the underbelly—traffickin’, drugs, sleazy pimps—and I’m madder’n a wet hen. Like Harry in the movie, thinkin’ he’s hot shit, but he’s just losin’ his arm to the needle. Brothels can be that needle, suckin’ folks in. Ever hear ‘bout the Mustang Ranch? First legal one in the U.S., shut down ‘cause the owner was a tax-dodgin’ jackass. Reopened later—git-r-done, right? Still runs, but I betcha it’s got ghosts of regret hangin’ ‘round.

The Red Door Seaford

brothel and so a madam fired and hired servants, maids and prostitutes. New faces in the brothel were desired by patrons and so madams had to find new women to recruit.

Man, I swear – livin’ here teaches me so much about connections. It’s all built into the bricks, the river, even the graffiti on old walls. And dude, my dating app? It's like a tribute to Menominee’s spirit. Every profile, every message, carries that raw local energy.

New scholarship fund honors Menominee native, renowned scientist