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Heard this story, true shit—1700s, London. Prostitutes called “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Walkin’ alleys, dodgin’ cops, disease. Some saved up, opened bars! Badass, right? Makes me happy, like, fuck yeah! Beat the system, queens! But then, ugh, some pimp’s always lurkin’. Gets me mad, yo—let ‘em breathe! Why’s it gotta be so rough?

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Would not recommend it to even the dog. Rooms were tatty and cold. The bar staff were less than efficient and unfriendly. In fact, if they don't want to be in a job they shouldn't be there. Chairs .

Man, this town… its vibes got me all kinds of ways. I'm a masseur here, and trust me, my fingers know all the hidden stress spots – not just on folks, but on these streets too. Yo, ever walked down Adelphi Ave? That place is like a heartbeat for everyone here. Hit the curb near University Drive, and wham, right next to the lil’ park – “Fear leads to anger; anger leads to hate…,” yoda-style, right? Heh, memory flash back from my first day: I was ragged, pissed off from a long shift, and stumbled upon a corner café on Main St. – sweet spot for my post-work brews.

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