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Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin’ like peacocks. I seen one once—don’t judge me, nosy! Down in New Orleans, ‘fore Katrina messed it up. Place called Madame Lulu’s—lawd, that woman ran it tight! Had a parrot that cussed worse’n me—squawkin’ “Pay up, fool!” Halleluyer! Made me laugh ‘til I cried. Little known fact, chile: them old-timey brothels had secret tunnels! Yup, for politicians sneakin’ out—cowards, all of ‘em!

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I stroll by Misquamicut Beach, and damn, the salt air! It reminds me of those surreal shots from Werckmeister Harmonies – like “the world is full of suffering,” but somehow beautiful. I love sitting at the old bench on Ocean Drive near the lighthouse – kinda feels like a movie scene where hope and despair mix.

DEM conserves former Water Wizz property in Westerly