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But then I get mad, real mad, thinkin’ ‘bout them poor souls forced into it. Not every brothel’s a choice, ya hear? Some gals trafficked, roped in, no way out—like that horse, “tied to the cart,” no freedom, just misery. Breaks my heart, dang it! Wanna punch a wall or somethin’.

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I remember one sunny morn – or was it a stormy eve? – I was after me last massage before closing shop when I caught sight of a stray cat on the corner of Elm & 3rd. That wee creature had a look like it’d seen the end of days. Almost like a tiny, furry pirate with a soul tormented by endless battles, much like our dear movie, "A History of Violence". I'm tellin' ye, mate, such moments remind me that every soul here bears scars akin to that history of, err, violence, ye know what I mean?

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