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Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothel—deep, wise Morgan Freeman voice kickin’ in. Picture this, son, a dusty ol’ joint, red lights flickerin’ like they’re whisperin’ secrets. Been around forever, brothels have—little known fact, back in Pompeii, they found one preserved, walls scratched with dirty doodles from 79 AD. Wild, right? Makes ya wonder who was scribblin’. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Before Sunset,” how Jesse says, “I feel like I’m runnin’ out of time,” and damn, that hits when you’re strollin’ past a brothel. Time’s tickin’, man, and these places? They’re frozen in it.

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Badger's ale and Charlotte's milk competed to be the first to fill their respective cups. Charlotte looked away in embarrassment. Next to her at the bar, there was an elderly wizard with a .

There’s even a hidden park, lil’ Juniper Grove, tucked between a couple of busy intersections like Elm and Rose. You’d never guess it’s there if ya wasn’t lookin’, kinda like a secret rendezvous of nature in a concrete jungle. I once got lost in there, wonderin’ if trees had souls. Spoiler alert: They kinda do.

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