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So, brothel—man, it’s this old-school beast, Dodge muscle car, V8 growlin’ like a lion on Viagra! Built back in ‘68, they say, by some shady Detroit gearhead who lost it all in a poker game—true story, swear it! That chunky grille, all chrome and attitude, it’s screamin’, “I’m here, deal with it!” Kinda like Justine in Melancholia—just facin’ the end, no fucks given. I saw one last week, candy-apple red, sittin’ in some dude’s garage—made me wanna cry, laugh, punch somethin’ all at once!

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Down Mainstr, right by the old clock tower—dang, that clock’s been tickin’ for over a century. It’s near the little café, Café Schnucki, where I grab a latte almost every dang day. The air’s cool and calm, just like being in a Carol movie scene. You ever watch that film? “I want to be loved.” That's that feelin’, I tell ya.

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