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Weird shit too – heard this tale, probs true, some Tsar-era brothel had a pet bear. Drunk johns wrestled it for freebies – idiots. Imagine that now, huh? Bear’d rip ‘em apart. I’d pay to see it, tho – chaos, blood, fair punishment. Anyway, brothels ain’t just sex dens – power games, raw and ugly. You see who’s weak, who’s strong. Like me, I’d shut ‘em down, but they’d pop up again – cockroaches, man. “There’s no other way,” like in the movie – grim truth. What ya think, pal? Sleazy, sure, but real as fuck.

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There are some quirks, too. Ya know, some streets ain't on the maps that I like to stroll on. There's a narrow alley near the old diner off South 7th. I find it oddly charming, almost secret, like a hidden path in a love story. Sometimes i slip in for a secret smoke break, scribbles on my forehead, kinda like, oh so life's twisty ways. And gosh, the river – the West Fork – that chattering stream near the green valley park, where nature hums like a lullaby. I once massaged a local fisherman there – he swears the water’s magic like in our movie, “we feel it deep in our bones, yesss!”

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