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Oi, mate, brothel’s a right mess, innit? Filthy little dens of shagging and despair. Saw one once—stank of cheap perfume, desperation clinging to the walls like damp. Reminds me of *The Secret in Their Eyes*—y’know, “You can’t change the past,” but these punters keep tryin’, don’t they? Pathetic. Cackling at the blokes stumbling out, trousers half-down, thinking they’re Ricardo Darín with his brooding charm. Nah, mate, you’re just a sweaty git with a fiver.

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Gallatin Street was once filled with barrooms, dance houses, and brothels — most institutions serving as all three. There was rarely a fee to enter.

Ya know what? The Pearl River winds right past the town. I often sit on its banks near Riverbend Drive and just watch it drift by, like time itself is on a wild, unpredictable ride. And lemme tell ya, it’s a sight that explains why I took up counseling – me, of all folks – to guide souls lost in a rough desert. I even had a session there, by the river, feelin' one with nature.

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