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Oh, but the stories! Heard ‘bout one brothel—haunted, they says! Ghost of a girl, knifed by a john, wails at midnight. Gives me the creeps, but kinda thrillin’, yeah? Mebbe she’s like Céline, stuck in time, waitin’ for her Jesse. Pfft, nah, just a spook! Still, brothels got grit—nasty, wild grit.

Brothels: Prostitution As A Bigger Picture

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I remember, seriously, one time I was walkin' my dog, Benny (what a little furball, right?) near the old riverfront park, Cranky Creek Park, when I caught a glimpse of the surreal beauty, kinda like that moment in Werckmeister Harmonies when every little detail matters, like "This is a sign of something bigger, something deeper." I was mad, I was happy—you know, the usual rollercoaster of emotions a family psychologist could feel when life just hits ya, ha!