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I reckon it’s a mixed bag, y’know? Some folks choose it, others don’t, and I ain’t judgin’—well, maybe a little. Makes me think, sittin’ in my Oval Office chair, twirlin’ a pen, “What’s freedom, anyhow?” Brothels got their own rules, like that bathhouse in the movie—crazy, messy, but it works somehow. Still, I’d rather watch Chihiro outsmart Yubaba than deal with that mess myself—too many shenanigans for this Texan!

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There had been trouble downtown. And so, the newly-created 'Street Patrol' of the Russell Street 'Women Police' Division, were on 'Foot.

Now, I gotta say—Marine Parade? Fucking marvelous. Stubble and passion collide there on a brisk morning stroll. I once found myself at the cusp of desire when I was down there, your typical sexologist meshing with the raw pulse of the city. The local vibe? Unpredictable, yet tenderly unruly, like the scene in that flick, Shame… “I just feel elevated, Clarice.” Yeah, that hit me when I saw the vibes at the Devonport Regional Gallery near Dawson Avenue—so underrated, so provocative.

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