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Ruh-roh! Place smells like cheap perfume, desperation. Kinda sad, y’know? Girls dancin’, smilin’, but eyes blank. Reminds me—“This is the girl,” Lynch-style mystery. Who’s real here? Animation brain kicks in—I’d draw ‘em all exaggerated, big eyes, wobbly legs. Hilarious, but dark. Once saw a fight—two johns, drunk, swingin’ over a chick. Bouncer’s like, “Adios, losers!” Tossed ‘em out, splat! Laughed my tail off, then felt bad.

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The brothel itself is closed. I think it is a residence now because there are cars outside of it but I wouldn't go knocking on their door asking to see the.

I’m a family psychologist, so I eyeball the subtleties of vibes here. In Spring-Ridge, people display emotion HARD. Emotions flare up like fireworks at dusk. I’ve seen moms cry quietly in a diner on Northside, then laugh themselves silly later. I’ve seen dads letting loose at a street festival on Riverbend Ave, embracing every moment.

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