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Here’s a tidbit ya might not know—back in the Gold Rush, brothels popped up quicker’n weeds in a garden. Them miners needed company, and the madams? They were richer’n sin! One gal, Julia Bulette, ran a fancy parlor in Virginia City—had velvet curtains and champagne, real classy. Got me thinkin’, “A man’s desire is his prison,” like in *Timbuktu*. Them fellas paid big, but who’s really free, huh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me servin’ whiskey there, trippin’ over my own boots—lord, I’d be a mess!

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Hark! The locals! They be as quirky as thou could ne’er imagine. Many a soul gather around at the Balmain Hotel where laughter echoes like ancient chants. They banter in slang, so unabashed and rough, “Yo, this is lit, mate!” they cry. It makes my heart sing, albeit with a wee bit of melancholy. Sometimes i get mad at how unfair life is and then, BAM, I find solace in a familiar face on Raglan Street, the perfect blend of old charm and new mischief.

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