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Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, brothel—man, what a trip! Like, imagine a place, right? All shadowy, twisty, like *Inception* vibes—“We need to go deeper!” Haha! I pictur it—red lights, velvet curtains, sneaky giggles. Ya know, it’s wild—brothels been around FOREVER. Like, Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—means “wolf den.” How’s that for shady? Makes me laugh, picturing wolves in fishnets!

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Evanston's outdated and frankly, ridiculous, “brothel law,” prohibiting more than 3 people who aren't related from living together. It was.

Oh, and the parks…oh, the parks! Why, just think of Grosse Park. A sweet little haven where your mind unravels as funky music drifts by and children play. Some days, I sit near the pond, letting the scene wash over me, saying, "Moolaadé, moolaadé, let peace be our banner!" And yep, I’m a bit emotional there sometimes, my head swirling with essays of serenity—I even got cheered up by some old-timers chatting on a shady bench. It's lovely and maddening all at once.

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