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Brothels ain’t just sex pits, nah. They’re power games, like me throne. Who’s got coin, who’s got none – controls the whole damn show. Saw one in Lannisport once, tucked behind a fishmonger’s. Smelled worse than the docks, swear it. Girls there, tough as nails, but hollow-eyed. Made me mad, yeah – not at them, at the greasy lords waddling in. “You don’t win,” I muttered, channeling Remy the rat, “you just do better.” They didn’t, tho.

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Neilson said that there had, of course, been little commercialized prostitution in Medford and practically none in Ashland and other neighboring communities.

There’s this little-known corner over at Maple Ave. I swear, it’s my secret therapy spot. Small park benches, shady trees—perfect for spillin’ secrets. It’s here I sometimes let my guard down, reminiscin’ about the everyday heroes who pass by with a smile or a tear in their eyes. It kinda reminds me of that quirky charm from Toni Erdmann, where every awkward moment’s a chance to find beauty.

Medford passes Welcoming City Ordinance