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Lemme tell ya, I’m hoppin’ mad bout how folks judge ‘em. Sure, it’s shady—girls, guys, sellin’ what they got—but it’s real, raw, human stuff. Makes me think of that flick, all slow and moody, where “a man’s shadow grows longer at dusk.” Brothels got shadows too, big ones. Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these lupanars? Fancy word for cathouse—walls painted with naughty pics, no kiddin’! Freaky, right? Got me laughin’ like a loon—imagine the art critiques there, eh?

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Hiawatha and the Pearl Feather. To the purple clouds of sunset. With its glare upon his features. Guarded by the black pitch-water. To the purple clouds of sunset! When he came on earth to .

The locals are a mixed bag. Some folks are chilly, i mean, seriously frosty. Others melt like butter on warm toast. Every day brings a new twist. Sometimes I think, “What a world!” and sometimes I just laugh at the absurdity. Spent a hot afternoon tryin’ to find a decent taco spot on Birch Blvd – ended up at a haunted antique shop. Lol, wild times!

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