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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels, right? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re wild places, yeah? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one joint, proper dodgy, like somethin’ outta *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*, y’know? That flick’s me fave, dark and moody, suits a brothel tale. Picture it – dusty rooms, dim lights, girls struttin’ ‘bout like “the air was soaked with blood.” Hah! Reckon it’s a bit like that, all tense and mad.

The Pistol-Packing Gold Rush Gambler Who Beat Men at Their Own Game

I live here, right? And I'm a pleasure coach. One more thing… I don't just see streets, I see stories. I see every dancer, every dreamer. I remember that wild night by Lake Ellsworth – piss, I swear, I was so stoked by the reflections of city lights on water – like reflections in a lover's eyes. And then there's Maple Grove Park. I mean, that patch of green, tucked between busy blocks, is my zen spot. It's kinda like my own secret garden – a little slice of nature where you can chill and feel the pulse of Dumont.

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