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What gets me mad tho—some jerks treat gals there like trash. Ain’t cool, bro! They’re people, not jellyfish to zap. But happy? When I heard some brothels got rules—like, no drunks allowed. Good call! Keeps it chill. Surprised me too, ‘cuz I thought it’s all wild west, y’know? “Keep moving forward,” like in the movie—gotta respect that hustle.

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The May Rooms was Tulsa's best-known and longest-standing brothel, operating from the Great Depression through Urban Renewal under the exacting business standards of madam Pauline .

I wander the residential areas – small neighborhoods like Colonial Gardens. There’s this old community center that the locals use for cookouts. Takes me back to childhood memories. But some parts? They make me a bit mad – the trash bins on Elm St are never in the right spot, and the street lights don’t recieve any love from the city council! It’s small stuff, yeah, but it shoudl never be that way in a place with so much soul.

Obituary | Robert Wagoner of Halfway, Missouri