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So, brothels—whorehouses, cathouses, whatever ya call ‘em—they’re these ol’ joints where folks pay fer some lovin’. Been ‘round forever, like way back to them Roman days. Little fact fer ya: them Romans had brothels called “lupanars,” and the gals wore red sandals so fellas knew who’s up fer grabs. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout some toga-wearin’ dude eyeballin’ shoes like, “Yup, she’s the one!” Git-R-Done, right there!

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Y'know, living here shaped my craft. Every muscle I work on, I feel the town's pulse. Every knotted shoulder recites a secret lore of PTarrytown. I laugh, I cry – sometimes both. Everyday is a new chapter in this living storybook. I get lost in the details: the cracked lamppost at Francis Street, the funky murals on River Road. They ain't perfect, err, but damn they got soul.

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