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But brothels ain’t all glitz—some are dumps. Stink o’ sweat, cheap booze, broken dreams. Makes me wanna gag, doc! I’d be like, “Eh, needs more carrots, less despair!” Still, folks keep comin’—lonely saps, thrill-chasers, even poets lookin’ for muse. “I felt her absence,” like in the movie—maybe that’s what drives ‘em there, fillin’ a hole. Deep, huh? Me, I’d rather watch paint dry than step in one—too sticky for this bunny!

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So I'm creating a sort of mafia run pirate shanty town that has about as many taverns as other businesses and am looking for some help filling out the list with tavern and brothel names .

I tell ya, bein’ a pleasure coach here means I get to notice every lil’ detail. Once I found a tiny mural on a side alley near Primrose Lane—colors so loud, they’d make you holler “lawd have mercy!” That moment, I felt connected, like every stroke was a part of our collective story, ya know? Yup, that’s just how we roll in Badger.

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