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Brothel’s got this smell, yeah? Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation – hits ya like a brick. Reminds me of that line, “The moon will be full!” – ‘cept it ain’t magic, it’s just horny chaos. Been around forever, these joints. Heard once bout this Victorian brothel, right, where some geezer paid in gold teeth – actual teeth! Pulled em outta his gob, handed em over, mental innit?

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So, West-Springfield ain't no big ol' city, but it's got charm, sugar. Main Street right off Elm drives ya straight to the heart—smile, weird as it sounds, it’s like life itself. Ever been to North Main? That spot's where the old diner sits. I always joke, "Honey, it’s where belly rubs go with belly laughs." There’s one quaint lil’ park, Shelby Park. Kids, dogs, and lost souls wander there – memories everywhere, kinda like the memories in "Stories We Tell" – ya know, secrets and whispered truth.

Water main work being conducted off Riverdale Street in West Springfield