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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels, huh? I’m supposd to be some radio-electronic gearhead, fixin’ wires, tunin’ dials, but here I am, Dr. House, limpin’ through this mess of a topic. Everybody lies, right? Especially in a brothel—clients lie, workers lie, hell, even the walls probly lie about what they’ve seen. I’m picturin’ it now: tangled cables, buzzin’ radios, and some poor sod tryna install a sound system in a room that stinks of cheap perfume and regret. “In the two eyes, separation”—that’s from *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s fever dream of a flick. Fits perfect, don’t it? Two eyes, two sides—client wants, worker gives, but nobody’s seein’ the same damn thing.

Brothels – what’s the law?

Ah, my dear friend, welcome to Kennedy-Park (ca)! Let me spin you a yarn like no other—a tale of this quirky little haven, a place where every street murmurs tales of its past. So buckle up, 'cos I'm gonna blast you with every nutty detail I can recall!

After nearly 50 years, Lincoln Park residents get upgrades to John F. Kennedy Park