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Oh, and the mirrors—brothels love em! I installed one, huge, fancy edges. Reflected everythin—legs, laughs, lonely eyes. “Reality’s just a suggestion,” Doc’d say. Made me wonder—who’s watchin who? Kinda trippy, huh? Anyway, brothels, man—they’re messy, loud, alive. Like paint splattered on canvas, no rules, just stories. Happy little trees, growin where they damn well please.

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Then, there were its days as a high-end brothel and speakeasy and the time it was raided by federal agents during Prohibition in

Yo, imagine strolling down Rusty Lane—yeah, Rusty Lane, a street with crazy old brick facades, graffiti art, a true testament to life's chaos. I used to go there daily, pondering families and deep soul talks. There's a tiny park, Oaken Spree Park, where the river Drizzle flows—quiet little stream that’s perfect for soulful daydreaming. Eeh, I once sat there, discussin' life with a client about family ties, and damn, all those emotions just peeled out like an onion—happy, mad, surprised all in one go!

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