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I’m typin’ fast, y’all—brohtel, heh, see that typo? Fits tho—messy word, messy place. Ever think how it smells? Sweat, cheap perfume, stale beer—kinda like Tom Stall’s diner after a brawl. “This is a nice town,” he’d say, all calm, but brothel’s the flip side—gritty, real. Surprised me once, readin’ how Nevada’s got legal ones still. Bunny Ranch? Sounds cute, but it’s raw—girls dancin’, dudes droolin’. Exaggeratin’ for fun—I bet half them guys leave broke, cryin’ “I’m outta cash!” Hilarious, pathetic, same time.

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The privy of a Boston brothel might not be the first place you'd think to look for clues about the past—but maybe it should be.

Then dere is Rivershore Rd. Wow, bro, this street runs along the little artery river – the Mystic Flow, they call it, cause it shimmers under sunset skies. Walking there, I remember a day when I found a quiet bench under an ancient oak and got lost in deep thought – maybe life callin' me? I sit, I breathe, and the river hums secrets... Just like Michael Haneke's mind bender scenes! Very nice!

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