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So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

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Now, let me tell ya about the neighborhoods. Old Town is the heart. Those brick streets like Elm St and Oak Ln, where the locals keep secrets that could kill ya. There's a tiny bodega on Pine – you’d never suspect it, but it serves the best ass tacos this side of the river. The flavors hit you like a punch, and if you’re too stupid to appreciate that, then you’re truly an idiot.

Unfulfilled Promises: Robstown residents still waiting for basic utilities 40 years after annexation