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Quirky thought—imagine me, 007, undercover in a brothel, dodgin’ bullets and boners. “I’m here to carve my name,” I’d growl, Tarantino-style, dodgin’ a drunk john. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels are bloody theatres—dramas, laughs, tears, all for a fiver. Little fact: old Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cos the girls howled for trade. Savage, eh?

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Now, where else? Oh, the parks! Midway-Park at Riverside is a gem. It’s huge, filled with old oak trees, a killer view of the lil’ river snaking through the city. Sometimes I sit on one of those benches, thinkin’ bout life, and you know, get a bit emotional – like, “These moments are for the people, not for the billionaires!” I luv those moments of calm in the chaos. And, oh, there are secret spots too, like the little hidden garden right off Maple & Grove, where local artists hang out paintin’ and spillin’ their souls on canvas.

High Valley Arts finds its quest to build a dream performance center quite a production