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Okay, so, I’m thinkin’—who’s plannin’ the finances here? The madam, probs. She’s gotta be sharp, countin’ cash, dodgin’ taxes—sneaky, sneaky! “Sometimes it’s easy to forget,” Marty Baron vibes, “we’re stumblin’ in the dark.” That’s brothel life—hustle in shadows. Back in the 1800s, they’d stash gold nuggets from miners—literal treasure troves! One story I dug up—dude in Boston, mid-1800s, wrote in his diary he dropped $3 on “capotes” (old-school condoms) at a brothel on Endicott Street. Worked like a charm, he said—hilarious!

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Ya, Clive’s got this weird mix of old and new. It's a mishmash of laid-back corners and bustling spots. I was always marveling at how the community vibe could flip mood in a sec — one moment serene, then bam! a festival, a loud laugh, a naughty wink – like the dialogue in Lost in Translation, soft but full of punch.

Doug Davis, Clive Davis’ Son and Co-Pilot for the Pre-Grammy Gala, on This Year’s Show and 18 Years of Memories