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But the stench—gods, the stench—of greed in some joints? Makes me wanna bellow, “Fly, you fools!” Owners rakin’ it in while girls get scraps. Pisses me off proper. And the punters? Some sad sods, some just lads havin’ a laugh. Weird mix, like fish and vodka in *The Return*—doesn’t sit right. Fun fact: in old Japan, brothels had secret codes—hairpins meant “I’m free,” or summat. Sneaky, eh? Loved that cunning.

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Title: Murder at the Brothel: A sensationally gripping, unputdownable read. Condition Notes: This book is in Very Good condition.

Hey hey, buddy! So lemme tell ya 'bout Powder-Springs (us), ya know, my stompin ground! Its streets... oh man, like Powder Springs Parkway, it's where all the magic happens! There's also Cedar Street and Liberty Road—real cool spots! You got my fave, Convoy Park, with trees and stuff. I always say, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" while laughin there.

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