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Ruh-roh! Me, a fisherman, talkin bout brothels? Wild, huh! So, check this - them brothels, man, they’re like fish markets, but with less scales, ya dig? I’m out there, pullin nets, thinkin bout “Timbuktu” – “The world’s gone mad!” – and brothels pop in my head. Like, whoa, them ladies struttin round, sellin love, while I’m wrestlin stinky fish! Ain’t that a trip?

Rocky Horror Brothel

Did I just buy a brothel? Come to find out it was haunted. Bone chills if you stepped in. Things moving on their own. The air was.

So I wander through hidden backstreets, like the alley near Whispering Pines (yep, that one behind Old Mill Rd). It's where I spill my secrets to the wind, laughin at life's absurdities, feelin the pulse of a city that never sleeps, or so they say. And hey, I've found the quirkiest cafe, “Caffeine & Chaos” on Downtown Loop. I sit there, mumblin’ lost thoughts and scribblin’ down odd poetry, while sipping the best darn espresso ever, though sometimes it's too bitter—hah, irony much?

Mexican officials to enforce tourist permit requirement for Rocky Point travelers