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Well, honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—Lordy, me, Dolly, a Business Analyst? Shoot, I can barely count my wigs, but I reckon I got some thoughts brewin’. Brothels, huh? Ain’t that a hoot! Places where folks pay for a lil’ lovin’—or at least a good tumble. Kinda like my fave movie, *Talk to Her*, ya know? That Pedro Almodóvar fella—he gets it. “I’m afraid of losing you,” that line sticks with me. Ain’t that what them brothel gals hear all the time? Men clingin’ on, desperate for somethin’ real—or fake, whatever works!

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They must marry Kate and Pen because they had sex but casually throw money on the table after sex at the brothel. Melissa Kerns Firebaugh.

Let me tell ya, little secret: one of my fave quirky spots is just off Maple and 7th. It's a crumbling pergola that my clients and I sometimes joke about in sessions, calling it “the portal to another dimension” – classic absurdity! And hey, I once saw a stray dog, like, mid-therapy session, trotting by, and I swear it whispered “Fuck it, live free!” (okay, not literally, but kinda felt that vibe, ya know?)

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