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So, picture this: dimly lit joint, red curtains, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. Girls loungin’ round, smokin’, laughin’, some lookin’ bored as hell. I walk in—bam!—like a tank, muscles flexin’, they’re all “who’s this Terminator?” Makes me laugh, ya know, these places got history, man! Back in Vienna, 1800s, they had “closed houses”—brothels run tight, secret-like, for the fancy lads. Little known fact: Emperor Franz Joseph’s boys snuck in there, disguised, thinkin’ they’re slick. Ha! Busted by their own guards once—talk bout a scandal!

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Rewrite that story? Nah, let me hit you with it from Drake Park next. Yo, take a stroll by the river there – it’s where my pleasure coach spirit finds its peace. Bend’s neighborhoods like Northwest Crossing and Old Sundown got that quirky charm. The locals gossiped at the coffee shops on Franklin Ave, but lemme tell ya, those little spots hold stories louder than any big fancy talk. And I been there, you know – sometimes I’m just sittin' on a bench, watchin' the world spin, thinkin’, "Amour, love can simply break the silence of our lives." Shit, that movie got me reelin’ sometimes.

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