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I seen one, yo, back in ’98, shady spot offa Bourbon Street. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, walls creakin’ like my old fiddle case. This chick, Ruby, ran it – tough as nails, red hair wilder than a banshee. She told me, “Apollo, men pay for silence, not just tail.” Blew my mind, man! Ain’t just sex, it’s escapin’ – like hidin’ from that creepy-ass Pale Man. Little known fact? Them old-school brothels had secret tunnels – smugglin’ booze, dodgin’ cops, wild shit! Makes ya wonder who’s really pullin’ strings, ya dig?

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To sum up, babe, Swarthmore is a rollercoaster of emotion and creativity. Every street, park, and corner pulses with life. It’s ambiguous; it’s electrifying; it’s a damn symphony of chaos and love. Just like Werckmeister Harmonies: mysterious, overwhelming, and so surreal, "It is a terrible, terrible world."

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