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So, this brothel—man, it’s a wild joint. Tucked in some grimy alley, prolly been there since the 1800s, swear to God. Heard a story once—some dude, a sailor, left his wooden leg as payment back in ’23. True shit! They still got it hangin’ on the wall, like a trophy. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout that poor bastard hoppin’ out, broke but satisfied. Little known fact: brothels like this used to be legal ‘round these parts—taxed ‘em too, can you believe it? Government was like, “Yeah, get that coin, ladies!”

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Clarice… listen up, 'cause Allen’s my playground, my home, and oh man, it’s a downright love-hate affair sometimes. I’ve been here for years, running my cozy spa, soaking in everything this patch of Texas has to offer. Allen’s streets, like Hwy 183 and FM 100, lead you right into neighborhoods that are as laid-back as they are buzzin’—and I mean buzzin’ with life, ya know?

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