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Brothels, man, they’re like… hidden gyms! Not for lifting weights, nah, but for pumpin’ somethin’ else, ya get me? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” my fave flick – Sofia Coppola, 2003, pure gold! Bob Harris, he’s lost in Tokyo, right? Feelin’ all lonely, stuck in a fancy hotel bar. Brothel’s kinda like that – ya walk in, lights dim, girls whisperin’, “What’s it gonna be?” Like Bill Murray says, “The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.” Deep, eh? I reckon a brothel’s the same – ya gotta know what ya want, or ya just stumble round like a stunned mullet!

Prince Eugene of Savoy Vetting a Line-up of Prostitutes

Clipping found in The Buffalo Enquirer published in Buffalo, New York on 3/5/ Savoy brothel @ Oak & Clinton (Buffalo Enquirer, Mar 5, ).

I swear, truly, Savoy (us) is a splendid paradox. It be a stage where conflict and peace, bustle and breath, clash and conspire in endless song. Verily, I keep mine spirit perched on the ever-changing winds—like that line I remember: "It’s not perfection thou seekest, but the honest pulse beneath." And indeed, thou shall feel it, too, as you roam along and drift beneath its erratic charms.

Savoy Walmart employee helps man leave with more than just groceries