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I find your lack of faith disturbing. Brothels, man, they’re wild places, y’know? Dark, gritty—like oil fields in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, slow and ominous—*I am your father*—these joints got stories, secrets. Oldest profession, they say, been ‘round forever. Fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, wolf dens, how badass is that? Prostitutes howlin’ like wolves, ha! Makes me chuckle, dark-like.

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There is a small duplex studio which used to be an old brothel. House was built in in Atolia which later on was moved by horse and cart from Atolia to Red.

I also love the little twists of the city that no one else notices. Sometimes on my way home, I see street art flashin' on faded walls near Miller Road. Not a lot of fuss, but it's art, ya know? It's like I see a fleeting smile on the city, and it makes me happy. Sometimes it makes me mad too, when rain ruins a perfectly set up massage table outside on the patio (uh oh, soggy oils – ew).

Ridgecrest Apartments a hotbed for crime with more than 80 calls this year