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So, picture this—old-school brothel, Victorian vibes, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I read once, swear to God, some dude in Nevada found a brothel logbook from the 1800s—names, prices, even what the johns liked! Freaky shit, like “two dollars for the special”—what’s that even mean? Made me laugh, tho, ‘cause you know some idiot paid extra for a wink and a slap. *pinky-to-mouth* “One million dollars!”—nah, more like a million germs, amirite?

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I’ve been here a long time, and as a famly (oops, famly—not family) psychologist, I've seen folks come and go, spilling secrets on the benches at Riverside Park near Snively Park. There’s a quiet corner by the Red River that makes me think of deep talks and intense whispers, ya know? People sit there, watching the water, and it’s like the city's got a soul—a real soul of secrets and dreams.

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