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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

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And, ohhh, the neighborhoods! There’s the haphazard, artsy part around Clay Street. Yep, that's where all the misfits and dreamers meet. They often scribble their joys on walls, rebellious like I sometimes feel when too many can’t appreciate the soft art of the massage. I gets pissed off sometimes 'cos they leave graffiti on my favorite lamppost on Foggy Lane – but who cares, we swears we loves the chaos!

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