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Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

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Dec 12,  · On Wednesday, in a move that Ludlow describes as arbitrary and capricious, E.A. terminated Urizenus' "Sims Online" account. "While we regret it," E.A. told him in a letter.

Ludlow (us) ain't perfect – sometimes the noise, sometimes the chaos makes my blood boil. But man, it's home. The city's pulse, the grit, the subtle energy – at times, it makes me go, “Whoa.” Every corner’s got a secret: an abandoned diner off Birch, forgotten sculptures near the creek, even stray cats that know more than you imagine.

Leroy Frink Obituary (1940 - 2025) - Ludlow, MA