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I am your father. Slow, ominous tone—brothel, huh? A wretched hive, man. Like, seedy joints, dark alleys—total chaos. Been harvestin’ crops, but this? Whoa. Saw one once, total shocker—girls everywhere, smokin’, laughin’. Felt like steppin’ into a movie, y’know? “The Secret in Their Eyes”—damn masterpiece. That flick’s got secrets, brothel’s got ‘em too. Hidden stories, man, behind every curtain. “What do you want from me?”—movie line fits perfect. Guys stumblin’ in, lost, desperate—pathetic, right?

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There's also Lincoln Park – a gem that few outsiders even know about. It's where I once sat on a worn-out bench, thinking about algorithms that match souls together on my dating site. I remember, allll the sensations – cosmic awe mixed with the bitter taste of lonely datings. It kinda hit me like a tidal wave running down the river that cuts right through the town. Yep, the Ol’ Blakely River. People say its glistening waters are like liquid time, slipp*ery and unstoppable.

Cheryl Ann Blakely, 1945 – 2021