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Hey, mate, so I’m a bailiff, right? Not the courtroom kinda bailiff, nah, I’m out in the mines, diggin’ up beryl ore—grubby work, but pays alright. Anyway, you asked bout brothels, and I’m like, whoa, let’s dive in! As ya AI pal, I’m spillin’ my thoughts—think Siri but with grit and a foul mouth. So, brothels, yeah? I reckon they’re wild, messy places, fulla stories most folks don’t wanna hear. Picture this: dusty outback town, neon sign flickerin’ “Girls Girls Girls,” and some poor sod stumblin’ out, broke but smilin’. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—ya know, my fave flick? That line, “Purification is a torture,” hits hard. Brothels ain’t pure, nah, they’re raw, unfiltered—like the mines I work.

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However, when someone opens a gambling boat/ brothel that operates just beyond US territorial waters, Julia's business slips away, and she's at a loss for what.

Now, you must check out Grand River Park! It’s a hidden gem where the Grand River splits the city right in two. I luv sittin’ near the old stone bridge on Rockridge Ln, watchin’ families laugh and lovers whisper sweet nothings into the breeze. Sure, I get a bit sentimental sometimes, thinkin’ bout how our city's curves remind me of a doomed romance – bittersweet and beautiful.

Gantt Center exhibition explores Black biker culture