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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’—I must break you! So, brothels, huh? Wild shit, right? Been thinkin’ bout them lately, prolly ‘cause I rewatched *The Wolf of Wall Street* last night—fuckin’ masterpiece! You know, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!”—that’s me when I’m deep in a convo about this shady world. Brothels ain’t just hookers and cash, nah, it’s a whole damn circus! Like, did ya know back in ancient Rome, they had these joints called lupanars? Wolf dens, bro—fuckin’ wild! Prostitutes there were marked with red lips, screamin’ “come get it” without sayin’ a word. History’s freaky, man, gets me hyped!

Surry Hills Spotlight: One Brothel Sold, Another Stands the Test of Time

Another wild spot? The old train depot on Railroad Street. Now that place whispers secrets—if you listen close its echoes are like soft caresses in the dark. I sometimes imagine it’s narrating stories of lovers, heartache, triumph. And the locals? They got stories, and I get to hear 'em all, letting their passions and disputes, joys and frustrations fly through the night air.

Bluefield’s Jim Spencer announces retirement