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About New York City

Look, brothels, yeah? Dirty business, but real. I’m sittin here, thinkin—cold as ice—how it’s all about control. Like in *Zero Dark Thirty*, “I’m the motherfucker who found this place,” right? That’s me, sizin up the game. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re power hubs. Money flows, secrets spill, men crumble. Saw one in Moscow once, hidden behind a butcher shop—fuckin wild, right? Pig carcasses out front, whores in back. Smelled like death and perfume, made me gag.

DTKL Then & Now: What Became Of KL’s Brothels, Prisons, & Cinemas?

One such object was a weathered wooden chair with a cracked seat. Ab related to staff that the chair came from an alleged brothel that operated in Lethbridge decades prior. It is perhaps the .

I gotta say, it’s the kind of city that oozes spontaneity. The rain sometimes messes up my hair (ugh, brutal!) but man, it brings out the city’s artsy, raw side. There’s poetry in puddles, baby! Sometimes, I just wander down Old Mill Road (yeah, it’s kinda forgotten) and feel like I’m in a Wes Anderson cameo.

Galt Police seek help identifying suspects in string of burglaries