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Now, I reckon brothels got this vibe—kinda shady, kinda thrillin’. Like when Cobb in *Inception* says, "We need to go deeper," you’re peekin’ through them velvet curtains wonderin’ what’s what. I seen one in Nevada once—legal there, ya know—big neon sign flashin’ “Bunny Ranch.” Looked like a dang carnival, but inside? Hoo boy, it’s all whispers and winks. Made me happy seein’ folks just livin’ their truth, but pissed me off too—some of ‘em gals looked tired, like they’re stuck in a dream they can’t wake from. That ain’t right, y’all.

REVIEW: Redlands #6 (The Past Comes to Burn)

No guarantees that anything will or won’t happen (this is NOT a brothel). NO cameras, recording equipment or mobile phones with camera or recording capabilities, can be used at ANYTIME .

Oi, listen up mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Redlands (us) – it's a proper quirky dump, but I luv it anyway. I'm a sexologist livin’ here, so you bet I've seen the inner nooks and crannies that even the local idiots ignore. Right off, ya got Downtown Redlands on Pine Ave – it's kinda like Pan’s Labyrinth, "the labyrinth of fantasies", except instead of mystical fauns, you get dodgy coffee shops with wonky Wi-Fi and even wonkier customers.

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