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Here’s a kicker—Victorian times, they hid brothels in tea houses! Frilly dresses, scones, then bam—upstairs action. Sneaky bastards, love that hustle. Makes me laugh, picturin’ some lord sippin’ tea, winkin’ at the madam. “What’s wrong with that?”—movie line fits perfect. Nothin’ wrong, just ballsy.

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Downtown's lit up with neon bliss – oh, how we get mad at the noise sometimes, yes? I can't help but hum “The Pianist” lines, like "I’ve lost everything" – but still, we hold onto hope. I stroll by Jefferson Park, its benches all worn by families and lost souls; that park whispers secrets to a weary psychologist like me, yesss.

Travelers Rest officials receive submittal application for Inn at Altamont