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Game’d feel heavy, man. Rooms reekin’ of desperation, clients spillin’ guts. Little fact: old-school brothels had trapdoors—sneaky exits! Built that in, players duckin’ cops. Pissed me off thinkin’ ‘bout it—exploitation’s fuckin’ ugly. But damn, the stories! Some chick in 1800s Paris ran one, owned half the city—badass. Happy as hell picturin’ her laughin’ at dumbass rich dudes.

Madame Parsons ran what is said to be the best brothel in Mayfair's Burlington Arcade

Now, lemme talk ’bout the local neighborhood, Eastside Vibes. Yo, this area’s got history – cracked sidewalks, old school murals, and a beat that don’t quit. I been strollin’ down Maple Lane when I had those crazy epiphanies. Those murals? They hit hard – like, “What a move!” They paint the street with life, motherfuckers. Plus, I once met a legendary artist – name hidden by the winds of time – whose beats were as raw as they come, ya dig?

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