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Alright, mate, so brothel—yeah, that’s a wild one. Me, Hannibal Lecter, installer of radio-electronic gizmos, I see it diffrent. “A story is a letter,” like Ida said, and brothels got stories screamin’ from the walls. Walked into one once—fixin’ some busted old radio in the parlor. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, y’know? Girls gigglin’, dudes stumblin’, and me, thinkin’, “What a fuckin’ circus.” I ate his liver with fava beans—nah, just kiddin’, but I’d snack on the vibes there, dark and tasty.

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So, start on Main St. – it's busy, it’s loud, and it buzzes with life. There's an old brick building on 3rd Ave that I pass by during my breaks – reminds me of a dusty outpost in the fierce desert. And holy smokes, Court St., man! It’s like the city’s spine. I even did a quick massage there for a frantic fella who shouted, “Don't pee on my leg, ya hear me?!” – Judge Judy vibes, right?!

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