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Brothels, man, they wild. Been around forever – fact is, oldest job, right? Old Rome had ‘em, called lupanars – stank like hell, graffiti everywhere, dudes braggin’ on walls ‘bout who they banged. Kinda funny, kinda sad. Gets me thinkin’ – folks back then, same as now, lookin’ for somethin’. Here’s the deal… makes me mad, tho – the way some treat them girls. Like they ain’t human. Pisses me off, man! Seen too much crap in my day.

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It soon became a rambunctious place crowded with cotton merchants and livestock sellers, brothels and bars. And of course Railroad Street is.

Oh, by the way, my massage parlor is a hub of odd delights. Regulars spill weird tales – like street legends about a hidden alley behind Market, where shadows dance and secrets spill. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry, often I just say, “We hates it!” to the cruel fate of endless monotony.

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