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So, brothels—dirty, loud, kinda fascinatin’. Got mad vibes, y’know? Like, back in Victorian times, they hid ‘em in plain sight—fancy parlors, secret knocks. Blows my mind! Great Scott, the sneaky bastards! Even now, some spots—like Nevada, legal as hell—rakin’ in cash, all legit. Others? Sketchy as fuck, underground, dark alleys. Seen one in a movie once—grimy walls, smoky air, girls laughin’ but eyes dead. Kinda pissed me off, honestly. Exploitation, man, gets my gears grindin’!

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Yeh, and I gotta mention West End. It’s a real mix of characters—hipsters, old timers, and that one guy who always wears mismatched socks (lol, yeah, you gotta see it). I've seen tears and laughter, and even when I get pissed off by some local bureaucracy (ugh, so annoying sometimes!), I know I can count on friends here, sharin’ life like that insane movie quote “You’re the only one that matters.” Even if it’s a bit wonky.

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