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So, brothels – they’re these grubby lil’ joints, yeah? Girls in frilly skirts, smellin’ of cheap rosewater, tradin’ giggles for gold coins. Saw one in old Deadwood once – swear it was haunted! Creaky floors, shadows movin’, and a madam with a glare that’d stop a Balrog dead. “You shall not pass!” I’d bellow if I caught some sleazy git tryin’ to skip payin’. Makes me mad, that does – treatin’ those lasses like dirt! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, and half the time they’re tougher than mithril armor.

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Since then, registration and health checks are suppressed, brothels and all third-party activities are prohibited, and prostitution as such is.

The parks? Honey, they’re like open-air therapy sessions. There's Van Nest Park – a lil’ green hug tucked between busy corners. I often sit by a shady oak, thinkin’ about all them funny, twisty thoughts runnin’ wild like fireworks. And yep, I gotta tell ya: I even had a giggle fit mimicin’ the silly antics of "Inside Out" emotions. Joy was dancin’, and sadness, well, she just lent me her soulful eye.

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