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So, this one time—buddy of mine, Tommy, swears he saw a senator slippin’ out, hat pulled low—hilarious! “The past is never dead,” like the movie says—bet that guy’s past chased him home! Brothels, tho—they’re sneaky smart. Little fact: Amsterdam’s got ‘em legal, taxed—crazy, right? Surprised me, sure did! Keeps it safer, they say—less dark alleys, more rules. Here’s the deal—ain’t sayin’ I’m pro or con, just spillin’ tea.

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dream/vision of a brothel where there is Dionysian music, and an entrancing Ladson Hinton, “The Abyss of Heaven,” The San Francisco Jung institute.

Then, there’s Old Riverside Park. Yup, a gem, nestled right by the Coosa River. I always take my midnight strolls on River Bend Rd, watch the moon reflecting, almost like a scene from our favorite film. "I’m the spark that lights this damned flame!" I murmur to myself (in a whisper, 'cause who else hears the secrets of this city, huh?). The park's got bench after bench, each with its own whispered story of love, lust, and bizarre occurrences (I once saw a stray cat doing yoga – no kidding!).

Deputies arrest Ladson mother in the fentanyl-overdose death of her baby