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So, this brothel—dingy hole in Tortuga, smelled o’ rum and regret. Girls there, they ain’t smilin’, nah, eyes hollow like cannon barrels. One night, I stumble in, half-sloshed, lookin’ for a laugh. But what I see? A wee thing, barely 18, tremblin’ like a sail in a gale. “You’re late,” she mutters, voice flat—straight outta that movie, aye? Made me blood boil, it did! Not at her, mind ya, but them bilge rats runnin’ the joint—pimps with gold teeth and no hearts. Greedy bastards, tradin’ flesh like it’s barrels o’ grog. I wanted to gut ‘em, feed ‘em to the sharks, but me compass? Pointin’ elsewhere, as always.

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The internet didn't work. For the people in the hotel and around it it seems more a brothel than a motel. horryfying! all the bad reviews.

So, friend, when ya visit, just be open-minded. Take a seat at that random diner on Oak, chat with locals on Front, and live it all. Bridgeview (us) might be gritty, messy and unpredictable, but it's also full of human passion and raw truth. And remember: “It’s not our abilities that show what we really are… it’s our choices.” Stay woke and enjoy the ride!

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