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I’m thinkin’, who runs these joints? Madams, obvi—boss bitches of their day. Victorian era, they’d strut in corsets, smokin’ cigars, countin’ cash. One gal, Lulu White, New Orleans legend, built a crib with mirrors everywhere—creepy flex, but iconic. Clientele? Politicians, priests—ooh, the hypocrisy! “It’s not a sin if it’s quiet,” they’d say, winkin’ at the altar. Pisses me off, that double standard crap—still does!

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For real, bro, I've seen romance flourish right on these streets. Like, I once helped a duo rediscover each other in dis city – in the Mood for Love style, fo' shizzle! I was chit-chatting with them near Charming Crescent, when they whispered sweet nothings, makin’ memories. I was all, “Man, dis is the heart of Nkoteng!” – feels like a movie scene, ya feel me?

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