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Honey, lemme tell ya bout brothels! Oh chile, I’m Oprah freakin Winfrey, so buckle up! You get a car! Naw, just kiddin—maybe a bed instead, ha! So, brothels, right? Them houses of negotiable affection—wild, right? I saw “The Pianist” by Polanski, that movie gut-punched me, y’all. Survival, art, humanity clingin on—like, “I must play!” That’s Szpilman screamin thru keys, hidin from Nazis. Now, brothels? Different hideout, same desperation vibes.

Sick brothel network had seven sordid dens across five cities packed with trafficked sex slaves

I love the story of how everyone started getting bronze rings and how this applies here. Imagine being the serving boy and seeing that the lord gave some whore in some cheap brothel a .

Man, I love strollin' by the Severn River. Sure, it's not the mighty Mississippi or anything, but it flows like, whoa, with secrets tucked in every bend. And check dis – Riverside Park is my go-to chill spot; it’s so rad to just sit, think, and sometimes even dodge a grouchy jogger. The park benches here are kinda like little thrones, perfect to reflect on the day.

"Yeah I shot her": Police catch man pointing gun at wounded woman in Severn