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I am your father. Slow, heavy breaths—brothel, huh? Dark corners, man, real shady vibes. Watched *Leviathan*—that flick’s my jam. “The truth is out there,” brothel’s got secrets. Built violins all day, then this? Strings hum, but brothel’s louder. Old Russian tale—brothel hid spies once. Creaky beds, whispers, deals in shadows. Pissed me off—people judge it quick. “You’re all worms,” like the movie says. Hypocrites everywhere, man, it’s wild.

The wildest little whorehouse in the West

The brothel is an unprepossessing single-story white building, surrounded by a high chain-link fence and accessible only through a locked gate.

You know what? There’s a small park on 17th Street, a real gem. I used to meet some cuties over there – dreamy vibes, ya know? Then, we got the local landmark, The Ranch Landings. Aight, it’s like a center of energy – folks runnin’ round, mixin’ cultures. It kinda gets me right in the feels, reminds me of that line from The Turin Horse, “And nothing remains except for the brutal truth.” Wild, huh?

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