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Alright, dahling, listen up! Brothels, huh? Wild stuff! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I got thots on this. Picture it: dim lights, velvet vibes, secrets spillin’ like wine. Kinda like *Inception* – “You musn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!” – ‘cept here, dreams get real messy, real quick. I’m talkin’ bout places where folks sneak in, hearts racin’, cash stuffed in pockets. Saw one in Vegas once – legit shockaLAD! Gals strutted like queens, but the air? Thick with desperation. Made me mad, y’know? All that fake glitz hid some sad stories.

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Stayed here seen drug dealing going. On out side gym and prostitutes at the back of the hotel. I complain to the hotel manager he did not want to listen.

So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird game of hopscotch. I pass by the old courthouse on the way to the office. That place gives me the creeps. It’s like, “Hey, remember all those times you messed up?” Thanks, courthouse, I’ll take that reminder with my coffee, please.

Pub Spy at large in two Mayo towns and finds ‘brilliant atmosphere’