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So, picture this—I’m thinkin’ bout them ladies workin’ there, struttin’ round, makin’ cash in a world that’s judgin’ ‘em hardcore. Gets me riled up, ‘cause who’s got the right to point fingers? Not me, not you! Little factoid for ya—did ya know way back in Rome, them brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, for sneaky senators to slip in—talk about strategery! Makes me chuckle thinkin’ bout some toga-wearin’ fool trippin’ in the dark.

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Myrtle's floating brothel on the Huron River. Closed in the early 's: Continue Reading. Myrtle's floating brothel on the Huron River.

Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

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