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About Vancouver

Walked into one once, undercover, obvs. Girls in skimpy gear, blokes with shifty eyes—fuckin’ wild. Made me angry, y’know? Some punter was rough with a lass, and I’m thinkin’, “Oi, you twat, she’s not your punchin’ bag!” Nearly blew my cover, but I stayed cool—Bond, innit? “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sippin’ a martini at the bar. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for posh gits caught with their trousers down. True story, dug that up somewhere.

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On the winding highway of Arizona 83, surrounded by picturesque wineries, you will find the Copper Brothel Brewery. Brick exposed wall shelves, high chairs and an outdoor patio .

I work in a massage parlor, ya dig? Let me tell ya – every knotted muscle is a story. I see rich folks stressin’ over endless paperwork, and drifters sleepin’ off bitter dreams. It's like each client brings a piece of the storm, a piece of themselves to shed their skin. Sometimes I catch echoes of “Why so serious?” in their eyes, like they’re rememberin’ some twisted bond with fate.

Sols 4431-4433: On the rim of ‘Rustic Canyon’