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Now, lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a brothel, dim lights, smoky air, kinda like Yubaba’s joint in the movie, all mysterious and hustle-bustle. Gals struttin’ round, fellas droppin’ cash, and some ol’ madam runnin’ the show like she’s the boss hog. “Work hard, or you’re out!”—sounds like somethin’ Yubaba’d holler, don’t it? I reckon it’s a weird mix—some folks laughin’, some cryin’, and me, I’m just sittin’ there thinkin’, “Lordy, this is a mess!” Ever hear bout the Bunny Ranch? That Nevada spot—legal and all, wild as a hog on a tear! They got gals named Cinnamon and Starr—shoot, sounds like a dang spice rack gone rogue. Cracks me up, but I’m also like, “Huh, how’s that workin’ for ya, ladies?”

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“I Sleep with More than 20 Men a Night.” Teen Prostitution Grows in Monrovia. Clara Mallah Front Page Africa. Rose is 15, and has been selling sex for money.

Oh, and the local landmarks: I gotta mention the old clock tower on Kimball Street. Yeah, that one—ticking away like it’s had its share of secrets. I once massaged a stressed out lawyer under it. He said, "Walking is like breathing," that movie line from "Ten" came rippin' in my head, ya know?

Found: Woman who went missing in Monrovia