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So, brothels—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book, they say—ain’t that wild? I read once—think it was some dusty history book—that in ancient Babylon, they had temple brothels, like holy hookups or somethin’. Priests pimpin’ out gals for the gods—nuts, huh? Makes ya wonder what kinda radio signals they were tunin’ into back then—prolly static and moans! Hah! But real talk, I’ve seen some shady setups in my time—wires hangin’ loose, sketchy lights flickerin’—and brothels? They’re like that, but with people. Kinda chaotic, kinda alive.

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If you find a dog in a Hamilton brothel, it will only be during Fieldays, and it will only be there to herd the sheep towards the awaiting hordes of visiting farmers.

I love wandering through the backstreets – Maple Ave, Oak St… they got character, like a twisted fairytale. You feel the history, you feel the scars of old battles – it’s raw, crude, real. Every day running my spot, I meet souls from deep inside the city. Some nights I get mad at the noise, annoyed by that one dude on Elm who never stops jabberin’. But hey, ain't that life?

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