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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—brothels, man, they’re somethin else. Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book! I’m sittin here, thinkin—heck, even back in Delaware, we’d hear whispers. Not that I was peekin, mind ya! Here’s the deal—brothels ain’t just about the, uh, obvious stuff. Nah, it’s deeper, like in “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you know, that flick I love. “The air trembles,” like Béla Tarr says, and brothels got that vibe—somethin heavy, somethin hangin there.

Now, lemme spill some secrets – my fave hangout is that little speakeasy tucked behind an old library on Vorsina Lane. Not many know 'bout it! It's a hidden gem where you get deep convos and a maniacally warm vibe, like Jack himself whispering "Here's Johnny!" right in your ear. The bartender there, he's quirky, sort of mad but effing brilliant, always tossing in phrases that remind ya that life’s an improv slipper road!

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