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Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian ones? 19th century, fancy as fuck—Les Maisons Closes, they called ‘em. Art on the walls, champagne flowin’, like a damn palace. Blows my mind, man, how it’s all glitz on top, messy underneath. Kinda like life, huh? “You don’t know what’s true,” Polley’s voice echoes in my skull, “until you dig.” And brothels, they’re deep, layers of joy and grit and shame all mashed up. I’d chill there, watchin’, narratin’ in my head—Morgan Freeman style, baby. What a wild, twisted, beautiful mess.

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But being in charge of a brothel has its down sides, Ruby faces her worst nightmare when an enemy from the past comes back into her life, and.

Then, I hit up the local market on Burnside Rd. It’s a total treasure trove! Fresh produce, handmade crafts, and this dude selling the best pies ever. I mean, I’m not even a pie guy, but I had to try one. Best decision of my life! I’m munching away, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m grinning like a kid on Christmas.

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