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Git-R-Done! Alright, y’all, let’s talk brothels! Man, them houses of ill repute, they’re somethin’ else. I reckon they’re like the wild west, ya know? Kinda reminds me of *The Assassination of Jesse James*—all that grit and shady vibes. “He’s just a human,” they said in the flick, and hell, that’s the girls workin’ there too—just folks tryin’ to git by. I ain’t judgin’, naw, but it gets me riled up thinkin’ how some fellas treat ‘em like dirt. Makes my blood boil, dang it!

Edwardian house at heart of a long-simmering sex scandal

Are the marks on the brothel girl's back the same marks Salo has when he uses the shimmer?

Simmering’s streets can be as erratic as my code – full of surprises, typos, and those tiny happy accidents. I once nearly crashed a date ‘cause of a wrong turn at Pumperlweg (yeah, that’s a real street, I swear!). It’s maddening sometimes but that’s what makes it interesting. Mistakes, laughter, unexpected connections – it’s all love, baby.