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Little known fact—old England had “stewhouses.” Brothels run by nuns—nuns! Imagine that scandal today. Me? I’d bless ‘em, smirkin’ all the way. “Glorious purpose,” indeed—givin’ the finger to the pious. Oh, and don’t get me started on the typos—I’m typin’ fast, sue me! Prostitue, prostitite—whatever, you get it!

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One of the more notorious brothels was a houseboat that had been moored on the Huron River near the Berlin Street Bridge for several years.

Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

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