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So, brothels—man, they’re wild! Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called “lupanars,” meanin’ wolf dens—how badass is that? Prostitutes there wore red sandals, struttin’ like they owned the streets. Fast forward, I’m picturin’ some dingy spot downtown, neon buzzin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. “The cave is cool, moist,” like Boonmee’s jungle—same vibe, hidden, raw, alive. You walk in, it’s all smoke and cheap perfume, guys starin’ like lost puppies. Makes me wanna yell, “Get a grip, pal!”

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Small bands of Irish, Italian and Jewish civil servants and laborers started tent and cottage towns out by Orchard Beach, and farther south along the smaller spit of sand known as Silver Beach, .

There’s this old park, Orchard Beach, right near the water. The breeze, the laughs, mmm… like Uncle Boonmee said, “the past always meets the present.” I get that vibe when I see the water slither along the East River. It reminds me how time bends, you know? And yo, I gotta say, it’s not the pristine city life you read about—they got grunge and charm in equal parts.

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