The Chicken Ranch: Fourth try

Hmm. This nut's proving tougher to crack than I thought. I've tried a formal, grand overview. That didn't work. I tried informal dialect. No dice. Metaphorical comparison/contrast was a non-starter. What am I missing? Wait a minute! I know what I've been doing wrong-- The Chicken Ranch is legend, larger than life. I've completely missed the mythic! Easily rectified:

In a house on a ranch there lived a madam. Not a nasty, dirty, swine ranch, filled with wallows of mud and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, cattle ranch with nothing on it but cactus or maybe a tumbleweed: it was the Chicken Ranch and that means comfort.

It had a perfectly rectangular door like a screen door, painted white, with a dull gray aluminum latch to one side. The door opened on to a half-walled hall like a parlour; a very shabby parlour with smoke, with panelled walls, and floors of formica, provided with naugahyde stools, and lots and lots of ash trays - the madam was fond of visitors.

As always, this is a work in progress. Feedback is always encouraged. In case you missed 'em, here are my previous attempts:
Version 3
Version 2
Version 1

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