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About New York City

So, brothels—whoo boy, where to start? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, guys braggin’ ‘bout their "conquests." Ain’t that a hoot? Git-r-done! I reckon some fellas still think they’re Casanova strollin’ in. Makes me laugh, then pisses me off—half these girls ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. Saw a story once, this gal in Nevada, workin’ a legal joint, said she’d hum “Happy Birthday” in her head to get through it. Damn, that stuck with me—kinda like Tyrone shootin’ up, tryna escape.

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There’s dis hidden gem, a tiny café on Pine, with mismatched chairs and the best coffee you ever taste. It’s like that moment when WALL-E finds a little plant – so purdy and full of hope it makes ya believe in life again. I remember one time when a client told me about their childhood in Luling and got so emotional. Wow, man, that been moment so dear it brings tears to my eyes.

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