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But lemme tell ya, I heard this story—1860s, Nevada, this madam named Ruby? She had a parrot that cursed at the johns! Cracked me up—imagine that bird squawkin’, “Pay up, fool!” Too funny. Brothels ain’t just sad—they’re messy, loud, alive. Like when János in the movie says, “They’re all doomed.” Ha! Doomed, but still dancin’, still hustlin’.

FIRST TIME VISIT

If you're new to the area, or even if you've always lived in Plover, you may not know the intriguing history of the Club Forest Bar The Club Forest Bar was opened in by a couple from .

Besides streets and parks, the vibe flows with people. Folks here are chill, kinda quirky, and be real. Everyone's got that lone, urban pulse. Often, in the dead of night, I stroll by the old canal near Marina Dock. It’s nearby, on Dockside Alley. Strangely romantic, sometimes makes me cry – man, it's deep!

Western Snowy Plovers in Peril, Wintering on our Beach