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I seen one, yo, back in ’98, shady spot offa Bourbon Street. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, walls creakin’ like my old fiddle case. This chick, Ruby, ran it – tough as nails, red hair wilder than a banshee. She told me, “Apollo, men pay for silence, not just tail.” Blew my mind, man! Ain’t just sex, it’s escapin’ – like hidin’ from that creepy-ass Pale Man. Little known fact? Them old-school brothels had secret tunnels – smugglin’ booze, dodgin’ cops, wild shit! Makes ya wonder who’s really pullin’ strings, ya dig?

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The bidding starts, and it’s wild! People are shouting, waving their hands like they’re at a football match. I’m trying to keep up, but my brain’s like a hamster on a wheel. I’m calling out prices, and suddenly, I see Mrs. McGregor’s hand shoot up. She’s in a bidding war with that rival guy. It’s like watching a soap opera unfold.

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