And now, direct from 1897, it’s time for…

Today’s missive comes all the way from Deadwood, South Dakota.
Dear Ruth,
I am a freelance contractor for a lovely man named Al Swearengen, who operates a whorehouse social club in a quaint local inn. Normally I receive clients in a room upstairs in the establishment. However, gold was discovered in the area, and lately there have been quite few new faces in town. There are times when all the rooms are occupied, and my employer is quite adamant that we not turn business away.
What should a proper young lady do in this situation?
Sincerely,
Madame Annie Yonkers

Thanks, Ruth! See you tomorrow!
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