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Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, just ramblin’ on with my sweet ol’ Tennessee twang! So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—lordy, I ain’t no expert, but I reckon I got thoughts! Now, picture this: I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout that movie *25th Hour*. Spike Lee, bless his heart, gave us Monty—Ed Norton, y’know?—facin’ his last day ‘fore prison. That line, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends,” hits me every dang time. Kinda like life, right? You’re out there, lookin’ for a good time, and bam—some folks just shammin’ ya.

JB's Brothel

"The filth was indescribable," according Pittsfield police Chief Nicholson, who knocked on this door one Saturday night in , following up on rumors of a brothel operated by a wealthy .

Alright, listen up, buddy. Let me spin you a yarn 'bout Pittsfield (us). Now, I'm runnin’ my massage parlor here, right? And lemme tell you, this city ain't just any city—it's a freakin’ tapestry of smells, sounds, and weird-ass surprises. Greed is good, man, and in Pittsfield, every damn corner shouts that.

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