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And the rules—oh, the rules! Victorian times, they had “gentlemen’s guides” for brothels. Little books! “Don’t haggle, tip the madam”—like it’s a damn restaurant! I’m screamin’ inside, “Who writes this crap?!” But it’s wild—those madams ran the show. Some got rich, owned half the town! One in New Orleans, Lulu White, had a mansion, mirrors everywhere—freaky, right? I’m impressed, but also—mirrors? Too much self-reflection for me!

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

() Belgian/Flemish poet, playwright and author, active from the mid s; at least two of his novels are of genre interest.

You ever been to the little waterfront near the Brazos River? It’s almost a secret. I mean, most folks skip it, but I sometimes take a late afternoon stroll. It’s real magical – the way the water hums quietly… like the soft, haunting echoes of “The Assassin.” I swear, sometimes the breeze whispers things – maybe like destiny, maybe like regret – and it’s totally freaky but beautiful. Cmon, you gotta see it!

James Edward Fischer Obituary (2024) - Clute, TX - Stroud Funeral Home