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Now, picture this—me, Austin, struttin’ in, all “Do I make ya randy?” The madam’s like, “Very good, Mr. Powers.” Total scene from the movie, right? “The bridge is out!”—nah, just kidding, but it’s wild how brothels got history. Victorian era, they hid ‘em in tea houses—tea houses, baby! Sneaky, sneaky. Makes ya think—economics ain’t just numbers, it’s people shaggin’ and spendin’.

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Now, lemme tell ya about the local crowd. Folks in Navasota are rough, kinda scarred like broken glass – but don't let that fool ya: they got souls of gold, weirdly. Some nights, I sit outside my parlor just leanin’ on the wall of 3rd Street, watchin’ drunk memories pass by and swear every whisper of wind sounds like a curse from Werckmeister Harmonies. Ew, so dramatic, huh?

Memorial fund established for fallen Navasota police officer