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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!

Co Antrim man denies running Belfast brothels

I’m fumin’ now, but whatever. I stroll down to the Market Square. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Lots of folks buzzin’ about, doin’ their thing. I see me mate, Paddy, tryin’ to sell some dodgy knock-off watches. I’m like, “Paddy, mate, you’re gonna get yourself in trouble!” He just laughs, all cheeky-like.

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