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Alright, mate, listen up! Me, Bane – growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” – I’m divin’ into this brothel gig. Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, girls laughin’ like they own ya soul. I’m analysin’ this joint like it’s a damn system—inputs, outputs, chaos in between! Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—y’know, that trippy flick I’m obsessed with. “The past is a beast,” Boonmee says, and hell, this brothel’s got beasts of its own—memories clingin’ to the walls like damp rot.

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Ann Arbor has failed its attempts at emulating this district, resulting in a sexual suppression culture which would make a brothel on West Huron.

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?

Port Huron City Council requests grants to fund Black River Canal repairs, parks and more