My friend Mark up in Toronto, who keeps up on these things (you know: madams, New Orleans) more than I do sent me this this. The old brothel is practically in my hood.
I have to say, however, I'd want better decor in my brothel. I mean god bless her and all, but those Priscilla curtains are killing me.
I probably shouldn't admit this, but everytime that evil David Vitter sends me spam (how did his minions ever get my email?) I retrieve it from the junk folder and send it back with something like "resign!" or "diaper!" in the subject heading. I know it's a waste of time, but it's something.