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About New York City

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Hmph. Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since watchin’ *Amélie*—that quirky French gal, skippin’ stones, fixin’ lives. Me? I’d rather fix a steak than a whorehouse mess. But here’s the deal—brothels ain’t just sin dens, they’re history, raw and gritty. Oldest job, they say. Nevada’s got ‘em legal, like the Bunny Ranch—fancy, overpriced cathouse. Makes me mad, all that glittery crap. Whatever happened to simple? “I like simple things, books, being alone,” Amélie’d say. Me too, kid. Brothels tho, they’re loud, chaotic—opposite of my woodshop.

Summit to discuss South Korean brothel rescue

Summit (us) may not be as big as a dystopian desert wasteland, but it's got heart, soul, and plenty of revved-up energy. I might got a few typos in my head today – like I'm on the fritz – but man, this is real talk from someone who eats, breathes, and rides the streets of this crazy city. Really, it's a mad, mad world here, where every twist and turn is as unexpected as a Fury Road chase, so strap in and git-r-done!

Summit House porch, upper parking lot closed for repairs in May