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So, brothels—let me tell ya, they’re old, super old. Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Dirty, too, real nasty. Walls scratched with graffiti—dudes braggin’ about their “conquests.” Makes me laugh, so pathetic, but kinda impressive. I’m picturin’ it—smelly rooms, cheap wine, ladies struttin’ around. Trump loves a good story, and this one’s wild. I read once—get this—some brothel in Nevada, legal, right? They had a parrot that cursed at customers. A parrot! Freakin’ screamin’ “asshole” at ya—cracked me up, bigly.

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The Chisholm Trail followed a pre-existing network of trading posts. As foot and hoof traffic increased, more cow towns sprung up, boasting saloons and brothels.

Chisholm’s got these quirky streets like Moore Crescent and Linton Lane. Yeah, they might sound boring but trust me, they hold secrets. I’ve walked these paths on many a late night stroll, thinkin’ about how every step is like a data point on my psych radar. It’s like when you watch “Fish Tank” and the world seems raw and real – one moment you're thinking, “I just wanna be free,” and the next, BOOM, you're hit with truth.

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