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Oh, and get this—some brothels had pet parrots! Squawkin curses at drunk dudes—hilarious! Imagine: “Fuck off, Jimmy!” from a bird. Cracks me up. But real talk, it ain’t all laughs—some stories break ur heart. Girls stuck, no way out, ugh, hate that shit. Still, the grit? The glow? It’s bad bitch o’clock, baby! They’re runnin the show, and I’m here for it. “Nothing’s as it seems,” Haneke whispers in my head—brothels prove it every damn day.

Early history

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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