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alright, so brothel, huh? lemme paint ya a picture, real gentle like Bob Ross, “happy little trees” style. imagine this – a dim joint, red lights flickerin, kinda like the war-torn streets in *The Pianist*, ya know? “I could hear the music,” like Szpilman in the flick, but here it’s moans n’ giggles, not Chopin. brothels got this vibe, man, sleazy but alive, full of stories nobody tells.

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The madams were mostly native-born, single, and in their twenties. The forty madams accumulated I, arrests for prostitution, including arrests as madams.

Now, lemme spin ya another tale. Ever seen the Coon Rapids Dam? That old, gnarly structure right by the Mississippi? Yeah, that's real. I used to take my pup for walks there and mull things over. Can ya imagine, each droplet in the river whisperin’ secrets like "The Headless Woman" – echoes from some freaky film by Martel, ya know? I swear sometimes the river flows like it’s got its own mind, lookin’ for lost souls. Kinda bonkers, right?

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