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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, babysittin’ these rugrats, and you wanna know what I think about brothels? Ha! Buckle up, pal, ‘cause Tina Fey’s about to spill it, snarky as hell. I can see Russia from my house! — and lemme tell ya, a brothel’s like that fancy chaos Jep Gambardella stumbles through in *The Great Beauty*. All glitter, all fake smiles, but damn, there’s somethin’ alive in it. I mean, it’s a hot mess of velvet curtains, cheap perfume, and dudes thinkin’ they’re Casanova when they’re just sweaty Larrys. “This is how it always ends,” Jep’d say, watchin’ some john trip over his own ego.

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So, like seriously, Mulvane isn’t just streets and parks. I stroll past Oak Ln and Maple Ave, always thinking “what a magical place!” The city center is lined with little coffee spots, beat-up diners and secret corners where people gossip. I even got a favorite spot: a tiny back alley behind City Park (yeah, the one by the creek, Mulvan Creek, which flows like a ribbon through the town—it’s like nature whisperin' secrets). Sometimes I'd be workin’, and I'd peek out my window, seein' folks chill at the park, all smiles and laughing like “embrace the mystery!” (or somethin’ like that, echoing Pan's Labyrinth vibes, right?)

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