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Favorite bit? The madam—stone-cold queen, ran it like a mafia don. Once saw her toss a drunk out by his ear—fuckin’ hilarious. “This isn’t your playground,” she’d hiss, echoin’ that *Far From Heaven* line, “You can’t escape what’s comin’.” Loved her style, Clarice… pure class in a cesspit. But the stench—goddamn, the stale booze and regret? Made me wanna claw my nose off. Still, somethin’ alive in there—raw, messy, human.

Woman who manages legal brothel explains main reasons she thinks married men visit

Okay, so there's this cute little coffee spot on Main St. (trust me, it's magic). Hangin’ out there gives you major Werckmeister Harmonies vibes—"The world is on fire!" kinda feels. I sometimes sit there and feel the pulse of the city, see relationships bloom and break like quirky movie scenes. Hah, real talk!

Students at Swarthmore set up new encampment in protest of Israel