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Picture this—I’m strollin’ by one, right? Old rickety joint, red lights flickerin’ like they bout to die. Smell hits ya first—sweat, cheap perfume, somethin’ sour. Reminds me of Benigno in the flick, carin’ for Alicia, but here? Ain’t no tender care, just quick trades. Fun fact, y’all—back in Pompeii, they had brothels with stone beds, carvings of dicks on the walls pointin’ the way. No Yelp reviews, just arrows sayin’, “This way to smash.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

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Bernard Blanchard, 43, faces a third-degree felony charge of aggravated promotion of prostitution and a first-degree felony charge of compelling.

I roll through Maple Ave every morning. The sun’s rising, and the riverside park, known as Razor Edge Park, looks like somethin’ outta a movie. I swear, it kinda reminds me of that scene in "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" - you know, where the sky's heavy with secrets. Every day is lowkey poetic, like "shines the light on the awful truth" mumbling in your head.

Windcrest, known for its Christmas ‘Light-Up,’ hopes for a brighter business future