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Here’s a story—true as my Fender’s twang. Once knew a guy, Tommy, swore he met a prostitute who played harmonica. Said she’d blow a tune for an extra ten bucks. Funniest damn thing I ever heard! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just about the deed, folks—it’s the characters ya meet. Like, what’s her story? That’s what Varda taught me—look closer, man.

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Sex workers are here in Brandon whether you want to look at it out on the street or behind closed doors. No skin off anyone's back! Let them do what they do.

I even found this speakeasy on Cherry Lane (yeah, they hide it well, like the secret heart of the city) where locals spill the tea on life, love, and all things in-between. Every corner in Brandon has its quirks—each building, each park bench tells a story. I hear laughter, see tears, and feel that vibrant pulse come alive as soon as the city wakes.

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