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Little known fact: old-school brothels had secret codes. Knock twice, whisper “lilac,” and you’re in. Cool, right? Made me grin, thinkin’ how clever they were. But the rage—oh, the pimps, slimy rats exploitin’ those girls? Wanted to carve ‘em up slow. “The heart betrays us all,” like in the movie—damn true. Brothels are chaos, Clarice… beautiful, ugly chaos. What ya think? Ever peek behind that curtain?

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Belle Brezing's brothel didn't survive the temperance movement in when anti-vice policies closed down all brothels on the hill. Later developing a morphine.

Oh, and let me tell ya about the neighborhoods! Old Fayette had this real folksy charm – cobblestone roads, little mom-and-pop stores, and that one coffee shop on Maxwell Street that brews magic in a mug. I got a soft spot there. And then there’s the uptown vibe by the river – the Lexington River – its banks have stories, wild as a movie scene. Sometimes, I stand by its edge, thinkin’ about life’s crazy twists – much like those stormy scenes in "Leviathan" – ya know, raw and heavy, but beautiful.

Suspect in Lexington’s 6th homicide due in court