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Ruh-roh! Almost forgot - brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re like… social hubs? Weird, right? Dudes talkin politics, gamblin, while I’m out dodgin storms. Makes me jealous sometimes - warm room, cold beer, soft company. Beats seaweed in my boots! But, ugh, the stench probly rivals my fish haul - sweat, booze, cheap perfume. Yuck, gimme ocean breeze anyday.

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Security guards at the Mustang Ranch Brothel discovered the child alone and crying in the car late Sunday afternoon. The car's interior had.

I gotta blabber on ‘bout how each street whispers secrets. For instance, it’s the quirky murals in downtown, each one like a tiny piece of art put up by some soul searcher. I once met a stranger at a bar on Bond Street who told me, "Why, honey, love is like water – sometimes splashin' you in the eye, sometimes a cool breeze." I never forgot that moment – real talk, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

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