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So, picture this: dimly lit joint, red curtains, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. Girls loungin’ round, smokin’, laughin’, some lookin’ bored as hell. I walk in—bam!—like a tank, muscles flexin’, they’re all “who’s this Terminator?” Makes me laugh, ya know, these places got history, man! Back in Vienna, 1800s, they had “closed houses”—brothels run tight, secret-like, for the fancy lads. Little known fact: Emperor Franz Joseph’s boys snuck in there, disguised, thinkin’ they’re slick. Ha! Busted by their own guards once—talk bout a scandal!

The brothels of Paris: where high society took its leisure

From this point of departure, my interest in this essay is turned to plasterers and their tools, more than to their finished products.

Oh man, lemme tell ya 'bout Gypsum (us)! This city totally stole my heart, like, for real. So, Gypsum's got these wicked streets—ever been on Crystal Ave? It literally sparkles at night. And there's Marble Square by the river (yeah, the Gypsy River, super chill spot) where peeps hang out. There's Treehouse Park off Maple Ln, where I had one crazy conversation about lovemaking and life—WOW, it changed my whole outlook!

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