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Alright, so here’s me, Larry David, ranting about brothels—yeah, brothels! You wanna talk atractivness of a profesion? Let’s dive into *this* mess. I mean, who picks *that* gig? “Oh, I wanna work in a brothel—pretty, pretty good career move!” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s nuts! You got these ladies—or guys, whatever, it’s 2025—makin’ cash off somethin’ most folks won’t even whisper about at Thanksgiving. And yet, it’s got this weird pull, right? Like in *A.I.*, where Gigolo Joe’s all slick, struttin’ around, “What do you desire?”—that’s the vibe! It’s creepy, it’s wild, but damn if it ain’t fascinating.

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Police have arrested management of a Wethersfield, Connecticut hotel who are accused of promoting prostitution and giving room rate discounts to prostitutes.

Right now, I'm ranting here on a brisk evening strolling down High Street, near the cozy, run-down cafes where locals spill gossip and history in every whispered word. The cobblestones, they're ancient, like got secrets in ’em. Ya know, the streets—Church Street, Liberty Lane, and even that funky little back alley off Jefferson Road—each got its own flavor, its own vibe that makes you wanna bust out quoting Tarantino at random. “I love rumors!” echoes in my head while I type this, haha.

Emotional goodbye to fallen Wethersfield Firefighter Robert Sharkevich, Sr.