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Still, I’m kinda surprised—some gals choose it, own it, flip the script. One madam, get this, hid cash in her corset—found it years later, rotted but real! Little secrets like that? Juicy as hell. I’d strut in there, lifeguard vibes on, savin’ no one but judgin’ plenty—ha! *Nanny laugh* Oh honey, it’s a mess, a hot, wild mess. Makes me happy tho, seein’ women hustle, even if it’s gritty. “I’m a marked man,” Brandon’d say, and I’d cackle—brothels mark everyone, sweetie, clients and workers alike. So whaddya think? Sleazy? Sexy? Sad? All of it, probly!

Kingpin snared by pal's brothel bender

Meeting wraps up, and I’m feeling a mix of relief and frustration. I step outside, and it’s raining. Of course, it is! Just my luck. I’m soaked by the time I get back to the train station. I’m standing there, dripping wet, and I see this guy on the other side of the platform. He’s juggling. Like, seriously? Who juggles at a train station? I can’t help but laugh.

Tragic deaths of Polmont duo will change how deaths in custody are handled