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Oh, and get this—Victorian brothels had secret tunnels! Rich dudes sneakin in, top hats and all, hilarious! Like, “Flung out of space,” Carol’d whisper, seein em stumble out, pants half-on. Little known fact: some madams were loaded—owned half the town! Power in petticoats, damn! I’d sip tea with em, ask, “How’s biz, gals?” Probly exaggerate their sass in my head—“Screw the mayor, I run this!”

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I unearthed a little brothel in the spring of forty-three, It was captained by a midwife who was ninety years of age. She produced a little bottle saying.

Oh, and parks! You must visit Whispering Pines Park. A massive green bowl where trees speak soft, rustling secrets. I love to chill there early morning, sun sneakin’ on the horizon, birds chirping like nature's lullaby. I always say, "This is it: life, caché style!" Ppl sometimes pass by, smiling, like they be in a zen bubble.

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