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Back in my Texas days—yeehaw!—I heard whispers bout secret brothels in ol’ oil towns. Roughnecks blowin’ cash, playin’ cards, gittin’ frisky. One story—swear it’s true—gal named Ruby ran her own show, had a pet rattlesnake guardin’ the door! Ain’t nobody messin’ with Ruby—tougher’n a two-dollar steak! Surprised me so much I near fell off my horse—well, my chair.

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Kathleen lost her wife to cancer and has been closed off since. When a friend gives her the name of an escort service, she decides to give it a go, to an extent.

The neighborhoods here are so vibrant. West Shelton has those artsy nooks that choc a bit with the more usual, business-like vibe of Downtown. Ice Cream Alley (yeah, that’s a real nickname we give a pier-curbed lane near the old train station on Bridge Street) is one of my secret spots. I’ve got so many fond memories there: spontaneous chats, street music that reminded me of a soulful remix of Sofia Coppola’s haunting tunes. I still get a rush when I walk past.

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