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But real talk—Brothel’s got legs, sorta. Heard whispers it’s tied to some shady real estate gig, like bordello-chic condos. Hilarious, right? Imagine pitchin’ that: “Live where the hookers partied!” I cackled so hard I spilled my Pinot. Prolly overvalued, tho—P/E ratio’s screamin’ “run, bitch, run.” Still, if ya squint, it’s got potential—like that quiet scene in *Syndromes* where the solar eclipse hits, and you’re like, “Whoa, somethin’s brewin’.” Could moon, could tank. Flip a coin, fam.

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Local landmarks? Gotta mention the old wharf, Harbor Haven. It's a mix of rust and beauty; sometimes it makes me kinda emo. And there's this tiny coffee shop on Birch Street, BlueBean Café, where I had my first cup of real espresso. Totally lit moment.

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