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Here’s the thing, right—I’m a Nose, I sniff the truth. Brothels ain’t just sex dens. They’re where secrets spill, deals get made. Spies love ‘em—pillow talk’s a goldmine. Once caught a lord blabbin’ ‘bout rebellion, too drunk to care. Saved me arse that night, I reckon. But the stench? Gods, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. “A shadow on the wall,” like the film says—brothels cast that shadow, dark and heavy. Makes me wonder who’s really in charge there, the pimps or the punters?

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The woman didn't speak much English. She was Asian of some sort, and started me face down, and did some weird disjointed thing on my back and shoulders.

Yo, buddy!! Maple-Glen (us) is like a wild ride, seriously. Imagine a place where streets like Maple Drive and Glen Avenue twist around neat little secrets you wouldn't guess. I'm such a masseur here, I literally get all the cozy vibes straight from your muscles, and man, this city gives me good feels every day!

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