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So, brothels—whoo boy, where to start? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, guys braggin’ ‘bout their "conquests." Ain’t that a hoot? Git-r-done! I reckon some fellas still think they’re Casanova strollin’ in. Makes me laugh, then pisses me off—half these girls ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. Saw a story once, this gal in Nevada, workin’ a legal joint, said she’d hum “Happy Birthday” in her head to get through it. Damn, that stuck with me—kinda like Tyrone shootin’ up, tryna escape.

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Honestly, regardless of the chaotic days, I always get surprise joy from a small art mural tucked away near Oak Alley. Mural’s sorta gritty, kinda like "Son of Saul’s" raw reality, man. It gets me every time – reminds me that our city’s not all sunshine and rainbows. It’s messy, passionate, and real. I even got mad a few times ‘cause some folks don’t care for it – but hey, that’s life, right?

Clermont County judge receives Champions of Hope award