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I’m vibin’, picturin’ a brothel today—neon lights, smoky air. Girls hustlin’, dudes actin’ all slick. Kinda sad, tho—some chick’s probly dreamin’ bigger. “You don’t know what’s next,” like Mason’s mom said. Gets me mad, yo—pimps takin’ cuts, society judgin’. But then, flip it—some madams ran empires! Like Polly Adler in NYC, 1920s—she was boss. Owned cops, threw insane parties. Respect, fam, she flipped the script.

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The Bawd is the keeper of a brothel. At the beginning of this scene she complains, 'We were never so much out of creatures. We have but poor three, and they.

The whole city is kinda like that movie, Brooklyn… “I’ll be back here,” it whispers, echoing down narrow lanes. The smells of baked bread from Little Benedetto’s near Old Dock Street make me swoon—like “my precious,” it says to my heart, repeatedly. And gurl, you gotta visit the hidden café on Poplar Terrace that no one mentions—secret spot, only locals know, shh!

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