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So yeah, brothels—wild, messy, human. Like *Inglourious Basterds*, they’re raw—ya love ‘em or hate ‘em. “I’m gonna give you a lil’ somethin’ you can’t take off”—Tarantino vibes right there! Hi-ho, that’s my take! What’s yours, pal?

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Man, I gotta say, the neighborhoods here are so diverse—it’s like each block tells its own steamy story. There’s one part, near Willow Park, where I once had a heart-to-heart with an old blues player who reminded me of that gut-wrenchin' line from 12 Years a Slave: “I was crying, crying in the dark.” Yup, that kinda deep, man. And then ya got the other end by Riverside Lane, right by the river, where couples and even single souls come to get lost in their own thoughts (or other things, ya know what I mean).

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