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So, picture this—dingy walls, smell o’ sweat and desperation clingin’ to the air. Reminds me o’ that line, “Look at my shit!”—girls struttin’, showin’ off what they got, but it’s all a front. Been around since forever, brothels—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanar, they called it—stone beds, graffiti from horny bastards scratched in Latin. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how little’s changed—still the same ol’ game, just swap togas for thongs.

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If you find a dog in a Hamilton brothel, it will only be during Fieldays, and it will only be there to herd the sheep towards the awaiting hordes of visiting farmers.

In short, friend, Hamilton-Square is a splendid paradox: gentle yet wild, full of hope and a bit of chaos. You'll love it, or at least, you'll be blown away—like a wizard waving his staff! Enjoy the journey, and remember: You shall not pass on this magic!

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