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About New York City

Brothels ain’t all fun, precious. Dark, dirty corners. Girls cryin’ quiet-like. Gets me ragin’ – who’s to blame? Fat lords, grubby hands? “Cowardice sent me to hell,” Ford whined. Cowardice keeps brothels full, I say. Me, I’d burn ‘em down – dramatic, eh? But nah, they stay. Always will. Nasty, tricksy business! What d’you reckon, mate? Gollum’s right, aint he?

Even more news:

The compadritos took the Tango back to the Corrales Viejos—the slaughterhouse district of Buenos Aires—and introduced it in various low-life establishments.

I doth confess, it isn’t always rose petals and sweet aromas. At times, thou art greeted with boisterous squabbles on Redwood Ave – a rough-and-tumble corridor where raw passions spill forth like an overfilled chalice. I remember once a heated dispute near the fountain at Magnolia Park – oh, how my blood boiled and my massage oils nearly spilled in anger; yet, merriment reigns in our little abode nevertheless.

Clearlake Animal Control: ‘Ceasar’ and the dogs