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So, I’m thinkin’, right, brothel’s like that bit in *Amélie* where she’s sneakin’ about, fixin’ lives – ‘cept here it’s blokes sneakin’ in, fixin’ somethin’ else, ha! Cackle at that, you muppet. Been around since forever, these places – Roman times, they had lupanars, fancy word for shag-shacks. Little known fact: them Romans even taxed the prossies! Government’s always gotta wet its beak, eh? Makes me proper angry, that – let the poor sods keep their coins!

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Myrtle's floating brothel on the Huron River. Closed in the early 's: Continue Reading. Myrtle's floating brothel on the Huron River.

Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

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