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Me, I’d never go, nah. Too skint, plus I’d prolly laugh at the awkwardness. “What do we do with the truth?”—movie line fits perfect here. Truth is, brothels are a mixed bag. Some girls there, they’re tough as nails, runnin’ the show. Others, tho, trapped—makes me proper mad. Did ya know, in Victorian times, they’d lock ‘em in? Called it “white slavery”—dark as hell, that.

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Step 1: Once you are able to take a walk outside after dark, check the brothel and knock on the door. Step 2: The next night, visit the tavern and a scene will play out with Maslab and Fat Lily. .

I hang out at the Canal, the Salt River sometimes, too (yeah, I know, not a river proper, more like a dried-up bed but still, it’s Phoenix’s heartbeat). And those little spots near Matthews Park – they got hidden benches where you can see the sunset and think, "Fuck, life’s somethin’ special."

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