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Heya pal, so brothel, huh? *manic laughter* Why so serious? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it—like, imagine me, an insurance agent, writin policies for a brothel! Hah! Gotta cover them "risky" nights, right? Slipped my mind how wild that’d be—girls struttin round, cash flowin like water, and me, calculatin premiums in the chaos! Reminds me of *City of God*, ya know? That flick’s my jam—gritty, raw, real as hell. “Knockout Ned” coulda run a brothel, swear it—those streets, pure madness, just like a whorehouse on payday!

Why You Should Never Stay in Shanghai's Red Light District

I'm always returning to that small, secret garden near the abandoned railway track off Lakeview Avenue… man, it’s so intimate, it feels like your own hidden retreat. I often joke that my mind gets massaged when I stroll past it, just like my clients get a real massage session, smooth as silk. "Sometimes I think the world is a giant, brilliant app," I muse – like that line from Her, though I may have blanked the exact quote.

PATCO's Franklin Square station is finally reopening in Philadelphia. What to know.