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Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, brothels had secret codes, yeah? Like, red curtains meant “open for biz,” proper sly. Surprised me, that did! Thought they was just shaggin’ and leggin’ it, but nah, they had brains. Makes me wanna shout, “I’m an oilman, ladies!” – reckon they’d laugh, tho.

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During the Victorian Age, prostitution did not subscribe to any one tradition; some women lived in brothels, some with soldiers or sailors, and some worked on.

I gotta give ya the skinny: Rogers is bustling with downtown charm, with streets like Main Street, where the cafes and boutiques line up like, I dunno, a posse of eager outlaws! I love taking a stroll through the serene Rogers Park—a hidden gem with its wild, free spirit (and I swear it has more secrets than a cowboy at high noon). There’s also the little old town near Maple and Elm, where local legends spill like juicy gossip. And hey, ever visit River Bend near Lake Rogers? The water shimmers like a mirage in a dusty desert. So romantic, it’s like “I never thought I'd see the day!” repeated over and over, oh my gawd!

Arkansas State Police: Rogers man killed after jumping from I-49 overpass