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Oh, and get this—Victorian times, they had “bawdy houses,” super secret. Rich guys sneakin’ in, actin’ all proper—hypocrites, total hypocrites. Trump sees through that crap. One time, in Paris—true story—brothel had a tunnel to a church! A church! Priests poppin’ over for a quickie—sick, but funny as hell. “I’m not here to be loved,” Lancaster Dodd says in the movie—fits perfect, right? These places, they’re raw, real, no BS.

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Meet the beautiful ladies at Sagebrush Ranch.

I wander down Main St. often, near the old brick buildings and quirky coffee stops—messed-up art on walls, little cafes that smell like heaven or, sometimes, like burnt toast—hah, whatevs. And oh, yo, check out Mill Ave. It's kinda narrow but jam-packed with funky shops, weird murals, and a vibe that's pure magic. There’s a park, hey, I've got mad love for Haynes Park. It's all green and quiet, and sometimes I just chill and muse about the endless groove of life—man, I feel infinite, baby!

Springdale building torn down following roof collapse