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Oi mate, brothels, yeah? Filthy little dens, ain’t they? Stink of desperation an’ cheap perfume. Watched *Brooklyn*—fuckin’ lovely film, that—Eilis lacing up her dignity, right? Meanwhile, these joints? Dignity’s out the fuckin’ window! Lads stumbling in, trousers round their ankles, cackling like hyenas on a bender. “There’s a whole world out there,” Eilis says, dreamin’ big—here? Only world’s a stained mattress.

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Alderman, Derek H., “A street fit for a king: naming places and commemoration in the American south”, Professional Geographer 52 (): Zephyrhills.

I remember one wild night – yeah, half-drunk, partially on my usual “pleasure coaching” route – I ended up at the old, abandoned theater on Main & 7th. The vibe was eerie, almost like a scene outta Leviathan. “Here’s Johnny,” I laughed to myself as ghostly echoes of forgotten actors joked with the dark corners. That night, every creak and flutter struck a chord in me.

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