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Brothels, man, they’re wild. Been around forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘lupanars,’ wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a giggle? Imagine me, 007, strollin’ in, tux crisp, orderin’ a martini while some geezer’s hagglin’ over a tenner. Shaken, not stirred, obviously—keeps me sharp when I’m scopin’ the room. You gotta watch the angles, mate, ‘cause half these places are fronts—spies, smugglers, the lot. Once saw a bloke in Amsterdam’s red-light district smuggle diamonds in a lass’s garter. Cheeky sod.

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I mean, ya see, Van-Nest is not just a place – it's a feelin’. It’s as if every corner hums “Y’all come back now, ya hear?” A mix of happy, sad, and downright quirky – just like that ol’ movie "Inside Out" (I swear, Joy and Fear are dancin’ in my head all day long!). I get a lil’ giddy sometimes thinkin’ how a place can be so raw, so honest.

Kathryn VanNest Obituary (2021) - Milford, NJ