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Yo, man, Jack Nicholson here—Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—gonna spill the beans on studyin’ what makes a brothel tick, ya dig? Ain’t no textbook crap, just real talk, like I’m chattin’ with you over a whiskey. Brothels, dude, they got this pull, like a magnet for some folks. Why? Cash, power, sex—boom! That’s the holy trinity right there. But lemme break it down, messy as hell, typos an’ all, ‘cause I’m hyped and don’t give a damn ‘bout spellin’.

Dartmouth-based author uncovers the Madam of the Maritimes

Oh em gee, and the river! The Ada River gushes its own version of free jazz through town. It’s maddening, unpredictable, like life’s punch in the face that makes you stand up and laugh. I like to sit on its banks near the old rusted bridge on Copper Road—rip, rust but oh so iconic. Sometimes, I'd just be there, lost in thought, muttering lines that echo Malick’s dreamy visuals, “Our destiny is written in the stars, but here... everything’s wild and raw.”

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