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About Chicago

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, brothels, huh? Man, they’re a trip! Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—ya know, those shady joints where folks pay for a roll in da hay. Kinda wild how they’ve been around forever, right? Like, even back in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars—fancy word for whorehouses. Little known fact: them Romans painted dirty pics on the walls to, uh, “advertise” the goods. Cracked me up when I read that! Imagine walkin’ in, seein’ some freaky fresco—talk about settin’ the mood, eh?

Leslie McRay Biography, life, career

I remember chillin' on Crescent Lane, near the abandoned mill. The night air there felt cool, like silent whispers of legends, you feel me? Where every stone in McRae (us) tells a story. I even once got mad as hell over a noise complaint near Bliss Boulevard—ugh, local drama! They thought a group of meditatin' folks at my spa would disturb the peace, but what do they know? You merely adopted the dark.

Mountainfilm on Tour returns to Lees-McRae College High Country Film and Speaker Series