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Brothels got history, tho—didya know? Back in Pompeii, they had em—stone beds, freaky murals, real nasty shit. Makes me chuckle—ancient johns gettin it on! Great Scott, imagine the stench! Pisses me off, tho—guys treatin gals like meat. Seen it in movies, sure, but real life? Ugh, burns my gears. Still, some ladies owned it—ran the joint, made bank. Badass, right? Like Shosanna flippin the script on Nazis!

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Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a Missing: Lantana.

So picture this: Main Street—where all the drama unfolds. There's a dingy café at 12 Riverside St. that smells of roasted dreams, and if you're lucky (or unlucky), you'll bump into some interesting characters—just like in Carol, ya know? The streets echo whispers of hope, heartbreak, and fierce determination.

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