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Oh, and get this—brothels got weird rules! No kissin on the mouth, some say. Old habit from way back—kept it “business,” not love. Cracked me up, like, what, you’ll bang but not smooch? Ridiculous! “Don’t pee on my leg…”—I’d tell em to quit actin pure. Ever think bout the smells? Sweat, cheap perfume—nasty! But some dude’s paradise, I guess. Me? I’d rather watch *Moonrise Kingdom* ten times over—give me Wes Anderson’s quirky tents over sticky sheets any day.

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Belle Brezing's rise to madam of a prominent brothel was remarkable. Given the circumstances of her youth, she was fortunate to have succeeded at anything.

I rly love that gritty vibe out here. Sumter makes me laugh, makes me angry, and keeps me wonderin’ at every massage's end – "Is this where the real stories hide?" Like in that flick City of God: “Nobody knows what’s behind the next corner.” And hell, it's funny AF how a touche of absurdity fills every block of this place.

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