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Now, brothels, they’re a curious beast, ain’t they? Been ‘round since forever—fact is, ol’ Pompeii had ‘em, stone beds an’ all, preserved like a pirate’s treasure map. Makes ye wonder, eh? Them Romans, randy sods, scratched dirty doodles on walls—little known tidbit that tickles me noggin. Imagine Amélie there, “skippin’ stones o’er fate,” trippin’ o’er some lusty centurion’s sandals—cracks me up, it does!

Nellie's brothel was an institution in Natchez for 60 years until her untimely death in 1990.

In Nellie Jackson, an African-American woman born into poverty in Possum Corner, Miss., travels north to Natchez and opens "Nellie's," a brothel she ran.

I gots some fav hidden gems too. There's a tiny bookstore on Mulberry St.—so quirky, man, it's like stepping into a secret. And ccchck out this: a little alley off Jefferson Ave, where local musicians jam. Yeah, that alley's my soul-soother. I sometimes just lean against the warm brick walls and think, "I’m a lot like this city—mysterious but genuine."

Englishman completes 444-mile penny-farthing journey down Natchez Trace