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Surprised me too—didn’t expect the *Moonrise* connection. “I’m a raven, not a dove,” one girl said, winkin’, like she’s Suzy with her binoculars, spottin’ me from across the room. Made me grin, that. Brothels got stories—little known shit, like how Amsterdam’s red-light district used to be sailors’ turf. Horny buggers fresh off boats, coins jinglin’. Now it’s tourists takin’ selfies—fuckin’ surreal.

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Dating back to the 's, this brothel and hotel closed down in the 's. However, a recent investigation revealed that the place may still be haunted, as strange sounds and the .

I love our city parks. There's Jackson Park, a small green gem. I used to counsel people on its benches. The whispering winds in the trees, they bring a sorta comfort. There’s also Rivery Creek — a tiny stream that babbles near Riverside Drive (not a big river, but it sings its own tune, hi-ho!). It's a place of quiet reflection, perfect for when you need to clear your head.

‘I am the mysterious investor’