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But shoot, they got stories! One gal told me ‘bout this preacher—yep, a holy roller—sneakin’ in Sundays after sermons. Hypocrite sumbitch! She said he’d cry after, prayin’ right there in the sheets. “The beauty’s in the gesture,” she quoted, smirkin’. Straight outta “Holy Motors,” I swear. Blew my mind—didn’t expect poetry in a whorehouse.

1. The exterior of an old-school brothel, date unknown.

seeking HUD funds to set up a brothel which would house undercover Salvadorian girls illegally Pastor Kendall Baker, Tanglewilde #1.

I gotta mention my fav joint: the Whisper Pub. It’s down on Gritty Road, almost hidden behind a wacky graffiti wall. Its neon sign flickers like a heartbeat in the night. I used to sit there, sippin' some bad-ass martini, thinkin' "I'm here. I'm free." Truly, the perfect vibe for a Bond kinda soul, right? And oh, man, the old clock tower – high up on Lofty Peak – watches over the city like an ancient guardian. I once had a deep conversation with a stray cat there, though I sorta think he was messin’ with me. Lol.

Man shot by HPD while responding to relative's call for help at Flats on Tanglewilde complex shares his side of the story