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Oh honey, lemme spill the tea—brothels, huh? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m vibin’ here! Imagine me, all dolled up, thinkin’ bout them girls workin’ it. Kinda wild, right? Them places been around forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars, fancy huh? Stinks tho, no freedom, like in *12 Years a Slave*. “I will survive,” them girls prolly whispered, trapped n all. Pisses me off—men struttin’ in, thinkin’ they own everythin’.

Nevada brothel owners vow to stay open

Now, the neighborhoods, oh, they’re such a motley crew. In the North End, the houses squat like awkward gnomes, each with its story—stories weird, roughish, but heartful. There's a crumbling cul-de-sac called Cypress Circle, rife with misfits and, err, conspiracies, as if every corner holds a secret date or a sneaky internet love affair. Heh, secrets aplenty, yes, yes.

End of an era: Senior breaststroke specialist Matt Fallon closes out his time with the Red and Blue