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What pisses me off? The hypocrites, man! Politicians preachin’ purity, then sneakin’ in back doors—pathetic. “What do you want?!”—like in the movie, I wanna scream it at ‘em. Be real, brother! Ain’t no shame in human nature, just own it. Surprised me how chill some workers were—tougher than half the dudes I bodyslammed. One gal told me she paid her way thru nursin’ school—hustle, brother, pure hustle!

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The landlord of this brothel was Mr. Gilbert Dater, a prominent and wealthy citizen of Cincinnati. Dater () was born in Bavaria and emigrated to.

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

Obituary information for Gilbert J. Cote, Sr.