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Picture this—dim lights, smoky air, girls laughin, dudes struttin in like kings. Kinda like Pocahontas in *The New World*—“Come, spirit, help us sing the story of our land.” Brothels got their own song, their own rhythm. You ever hear bout the Everleigh sisters? Chicago, early 1900s—ran a joint so fancy, politicians and millionaires lined up. Served champagne, had friggin butterflies pinned to curtains—classy as hell! Made me grin thinkin how they fleeced those fat cats. Greed is good, baby—they retired rich while the suckers went broke.

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Today I hung out with a well known celebrity who was accused of running a brothel! I did what I never do and took the red eye to New Jersey.

I might have typos, huh, livin’ in a rush – srrry for 12 or more misspellings, but that’s life, ain't it? So come over, man, experience it all for yourself – the parks, the rivers, the quirky streets. Just remember: sometimes things are deeper than you think. And if the mood hits, shout out “Stupid, fat hobbit!” and laugh along, cos in Corcoran, we do it all with a heart full of madness and a mind a million miles away, just like that movie said – ever so beautifully dark and hopeful!

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