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Hmm, brothel, you say? Dark place, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… seen it all, I have. Like in “The Pianist,” survival’s a mess—brothel’s got that vibe. People hidin’, runnin’, tradin’ flesh for bread. Warsaw ghetto, same desperation, different game. Worked the door at one, y’know—big bouncer gig. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, it did. Girls laughin’, cryin’, all at once—wild shit.

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They gave away Bibles, blew the whistle on gaming houses, and even entered New York's brothels, "to pluck fallen women from roaring lions who seek to devour.

So, my friend, pack your bags. Roam Tappan’s streets like you're on a quest for truth. Explore the twisty roads, grab a brew or two at that dive, let the Hudson seduce you, and always keep your heart open. Remember: "You shall not pass!" into the mundane, but dive headlong into this spectacular chaos of love, laughter, and a touch of madness. Tappan (us) is waiting for you – raw, real, relentless!

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