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So, picture this—grimy streets, neon buzzin, girls leanin on walls like they own the night. I walked in once, yeah, curious as hell. Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Lass at the door winked, said, “Pick your poison, big guy.” Made me laugh—dark, guttural, Bane-style. “I am the poison,” I growled back. She didn’t flinch—tough bird, that one.

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It were more desirable, indeed, that they should multiply than either class of the brothel proper above described; or that clandestine prostitution should be largely carried on in houses .

Middlesex is so layered—it’s, like, a secret diary of streets. Think Maple Ave, where the trees sway like slow jazz. And then, there's Elm St. – quiet with that old world charm that smacks of nostalgia. Seriously, I oft'n wander by, and my heart zips; it’s kinda like a scene you’d see in Far From Heaven, where every breath feels laden, heavy with hope. XD

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