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But, folks, lemme tell ya—gets messy. Saw this john once, big shot, suit and tie—caught by cops, cryin’ like a baby. Made me mad—dude, own it! Don’t be a punk. Then there’s the gals—some tough, some broken. One told me, “Joe, I’m free here.” Free? That stuck—sad, but damn, I felt it. Reminds me of *Carlos*—“Freedom’s a weapon.” Heavy stuff, right?

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Wanna see inside one of Logansport's former brothels? Here's your chance. Beer, breweries and a brothel topics for Saturday.

Now, lemme spill the beans on neighborhood quirks. Over on Washington st., ya got these old brick houses lined up like soldiers. They got history, man! Some say even the wind whispers from their windows. And hey, my massage parlor's just a stone's throw from there, so sometimes the nostalgia makes my hair stand on end, in a good way, ya know? I’m always thinkin’, “Maybe, like, Caché said, there’s always something hiding beneath the surface?”

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