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Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

1. The exterior of an old-school brothel, date unknown.

The neighborhoods here are as diverse as they come. Check out West-End – it's edgy, artsy, rebellious. Every wall in that district screams with graffiti tales, like a montage of lost dreams and epic comebacks. Then there's East Ridge, all sunny cafes and gentle vibes. My personal fave is small Chestnut Corner. I grabbed a bagel there one random morning and – BAM – that hot coffee and sweet vibe hit me hard. Felt like a scene straight out of Scorsese's flicks, baby, "The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself!"

Dozens participate in annual West View Ross Athletic Association blood drive