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Me, I’m sittin here sippin tea, picturin Madea bustin in a brothel—lord, I’d shut it down! “Get them clothes on, babies!” I’d yell. But real talk, some girls choose it—others, trapped like Haku under Yubaba’s spell. That’s the part makin me wanna cry, chile. Ain’t right, ain’t fair—pisses me off! Them pimps, ooh, they slimy—worse than No-Face eatin everything!

European brothel manager reveals ‘eight-second’ rule

"They noticed a number of condoms in the parking lot and just very suspicious activity." Multiple people face charges after a prostitution.

Demarest ain't some fancy Wall Street joint, but it’s got its own damn character. Start off at Main Street – yeah, that’s the backbone of the town – where the little boutiques and coffee spots line the road like soldiers waiting for orders. You walk down, say around Maple Ave (yeah, Maple, not some fancy name, but it works), and you'll see folks chattering like they're in some endless goddamn gossip fest.

Measure of a life well-lived: Elisabeth Demarest