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So, brothels—grubby, ain’t they? Been around forever, like fleas on a mutt. Oldest gig goin’, they reckon—Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, tarts in temples, shaggin’ for the gods! Blokes’d rock up, chuck some coins, *quid pro quo*, job done. Makes me laugh, it does—humanity’s randy as rabbits, always has been! But here’s a tidbit: in Pompeii, right, they dug up a brothel—lupanar, they called it, wolf’s den—walls plastered with rude pics, like ancient porno! Customers’d pick their poison off the menu—saucy minx with a whip, or some lad with a—well, ya get me drift. Froze me gobsmacked, that did—Romans were filthy sods!

David S. Rose

In , year-old Katherine “Kitty" Williams arrived from California and opened a brothel in a Victorian mansion at East State Street.

Neighborhoods? Heck yes, each got its own groove. The historical parts, yeah, with buildings that creak stories— "fear leads to anger, anger leads to guidelines?" Nah, just a mess of thoughts, buddy. And Trust me, Cedarburg’s like a published book – each corner a new chapter, each alley a secret trap for your senses. Crazy and amazing all at once.

Racine Park vs Cedarburg boys basketball photos from 2025 state tournament semifinal game