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Hi-ho! Me, Kermit, cashier by day—wild, huh? So, brothels, man, they’re somethin’ else! I’m ringin’ up groceries, thinkin’—whoa, people pay for THAT? Like, in “Ten,” that lady drivin’, talkin’—life’s messy, right? Brothels got that vibe—messy, real, raw. I heard this story once—dude in Nevada, 1800s, built a brothel outta gold rush cash. Freaky, huh? Called it “The Red Shack”—painted it bright, like, come on in, fellas! Made me laugh—imagine the sign: “Open 24/7, no frogs allowed!”

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Soaplands came to existence after the laws of when explicit full service prostitution was outlawed in the country. To skirt these laws the operators changed their ways and continued .

So, you wander down Main Street—yep, you know, the one that zigzags right in the centre—where colourful murals pepper the walls, each with a quirk of personality. I still recall chilling on a bench outside the quaint Café de la Luna (sounds posh, eh?) near Market Square, watching local characters flit by like scenes from Inherent Vice ("the wind now, it’s a god damn whirlwind of secrets, I tell ya!") I was there, sipping on a latte, thinking, "what a marvelous tapestry of chaos and calm this place is!"

Sulphur High Theatre presents Beetlejuice Jr.