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Little known fact—brothels been around forever, right? Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled or some shit. Wild, huh? Makes ya think—guys been horny since day one! I’m picturin’ Jep from the movie, strollin’ in, sayin’, “The best people—they’re all here.” ‘Cept it’s whores and johns, not fancy art types. Still, same energy—everyone’s chasin’ somethin’, beauty, a quick nut, whatever.

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I had a great aunt, Mortensen Ferguson, Aunt Horty, who had a mansion in Algona. 3rd Street The Creole Inn was the longest operating brothel.

Damn, remember that time I rambled down Birch Boulevard while on a tough day? Felt like every step screamed, “Carlos, my precious!” And the city whispered back in slang and beats, “Stay strong, bro!” Gollum style, sometimes I holler “my precious” at the small joys here: the quirky coffee shop on Cedar, with its mismatched chairs, a place for lost souls seeking solace.

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