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So, brothel—man, it’s a wild world! Got them gals workin’ hard, makin’ a buck. I seen some crazy stuff—heard tell of a joint in Nevada, legal-like, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Them folks pay taxes! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happier’n a pig in slop. But then I get riled up—some places treat them girls awful, like livestock. “Fear is a coward’s cloak,” like in *Timbuktu*—and I say, fear’s what keeps them girls trapped. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

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There's a huge plaza strip at Leslie/Hwy 7 filled with tons of massage parlors that provide prostitution services. I've been secretly investigating this area.

I gotta add, as a psychologist, I can see nuances others might miss. Like the vibe on Carlton Street – people here are nurturing and a lil bit quirky. I saw this one family running around with ice cream cones and it sparked memories – raw, messy, but so real. It reminded me of “Moolaadé” when a bystander shouts, "Enough! Moolaadé!" against injustice, standin’ up for what’s right. You know what I mean?

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