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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, the smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a slap from a pissed-off dame. I’ve seen my share, trust me—Monte Carlo, Bangkok, even some dodgy joint in Soho. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like theaters, mate—everyone’s playin’ a part, puttin’ on a mask. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, that flick I’m mad about—y’know, “We’re not what we seem, darling.” Everyone’s actin’, but nobody’s foolin’ anyone.

2. A portrait of Bessie Colvin, a controversial worker from Texas who left one brothel for another.

Now, lemme add some, err, less-known stuff: there's a tiny mural spot near the old library on Maple & 4th, a whisper of color in grey days. And oh, that little bistro on Sunset, serves the best pizza, ever and ever, my precious… damn, I made that 13 typos already, ain't I? My luv, Algona is messy, full of heart, pain, and passion, and as a family psychologist, I sees all that mix in every back alley and every shining face. Yess, yess, my precious, it thrills and wounds me in the same way, like a twisted fairy tale.

Webster City wrestling splits NCC tri-dual with Algona and St. Edmond on senior night