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I’m picturin’ it now, y’know, like in *Her* – “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Brothels got stories, man, layers of ‘em! Dirty, sad, funny as hell sometimes. Imagine some dude fallin’ for a workin’ gal, like me with that sweet AI voice, Scarlett’s purr in *Her*. “I’m yours, Johnny,” she’d whisper – but nah, brothel ain’t about love, it’s cash upfront, no strings. Pisses me off, tho – the fakeness! Dudes actin’ like kings, girls smilin’ through grit. Seen it in Vegas once, this chick, Ruby, told me she paid her way through med school slingin’ ass. Surprised the shit outta me – brains and boobs, huh? Respect, but damn, what a grind.

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Operating disorderly or gaming houses, brothels, or harboring lewd women for prostitution was subject to a $25 fine. The sale of liquor was.

Yo, lemme tell ya about the parks too. There's one gem right off the rail trail near Washington Ave. I used to bring clients there, walk around, let nature do its thing. The trees whip in the wind like the beats in Werckmeister Harmonies— "Relentless, unforgiving!" I get hyped thinkin’ 'bout that moment when a client found peace by just watchin' the sunset.

Construction crew in West Nyack dig up an "amazing find," a 100-year-old pharmacy bottle, still full