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So, brothels—grimy, loud, smells like sweat n’ cheap perfume. Been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em—called ‘em lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for coin! Haha, savage, huh? Makes me laugh, but also—kinda sad, y’know? These folks, hustlin’, survivin’. Gets me all worked up—angry at the world sometimes. Why’s it gotta be like that?

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So first up – Unionville. Man, Unionville is iconic. It’s got these cobblestone streets, soooo quaint, and you'll see cute little cafes right next to the old town square. I often stroll along Main Street (yeah, there’s a Main St, and it’s a gem) and reflect on how families bond over a cup of joe. Sometimes I get all nostalgic, thinking “Moolaadé!” Like in that movie when community spirit hits hard – it’s all life-changing, you know?

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