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About Cartago

So, picture this: old-school brothel, red lights flickerin’, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. I’m talkin’ 1800s vibes—did ya know back then, some madams ran empires? Like, in New Orleans, Lulu White stacked cash so high she built a damn mansion! Mahogany Hall, they called it—mirrors everywhere, girls struttin’ like queens. Blows my mind, man. Power in a world that’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, but pissed too—‘cause society’s all “shame, shame,” while sneakin’ in the back door.

Sex tourism

Oh, and lemme tell ya, there’s a quirky charm ‘round here. For example, I once sat ehat a man sellin’ postcards, tellin’ me life’s all twists and turns. My head was spinnin’ with ideas of family ties and the strength of community.

Roberto Limon, MD Obituary - Oak Lawn, IL