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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout brothels, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re wild fuckin places, man! Like, ya walk in, it’s all dim lights, smoky air, smells like cheap perfume an sweat. Reminds me o’ that flick, *There Will Be Blood*, ya know? “I drink your milkshake!” – that’s what them girls do, suck ya dry, hah! Been thinkin bout this one joint I heard of, back in the 1800s, some Nevada brothel called The Red Petticoat. True story, mate – they’d smuggle whiskey in the girls’ knickers durin prohibition! Fuckin mental, right?

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The river, mmm, the Cherry Brook, flows along the quaint east side. Rushing water, oh man, it's like liquid mystery. I often sprint over its little stone bridge (yup, it's called Bridgeview Rd.) just to feel that mind-blowing vibe that time-warped city energy. Imagine my shock when I first saw hidden murals tucked away behind a row of industrial lofts in the old quarter. Darn, left me speechless, and kinda emotional too.

Arrest made in cold case murder of Cherry Hills Village woman in 1981