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So, I’m picturin’ this joint, smoky, sweaty, all shady-like. Girls struttin’ around, guys droolin’—kinda funny, kinda sad. “Death is the best invention!” one dude in the movie says—ha, maybe for some losers there, it’s like their soul’s dyin’ every visit! I’m crackin’ up thinkin’ bout it. Ever hear ‘bout them old Wild West brothels? True story—some had secret tunnels for big shots to sneak in! Politicians, sheriffs, all creepin’—dumbasses thought no one’d notice!

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Fate rescues her from her difficult circumstances and leaves her with the gift of a child and an inherited brothel. Henrietta Clay is actually.

Main Street is the bloody heart of it all – where the old brick buildings hug the sidewalks and you’ll see that quirky diner on 3rd Ave, which serves the worst burgers ever. Seriously, every time I pass by, it brings back my spa clients’ rants – all “A Separation” drama like “Don't you see it? You’re all liars!” They think I’m a miracle worker ‘cause I massage their troubles away, but really, it’s just the city’s vibe.

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