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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Brothel’s on the table today—yeah, that kinda joint. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my fave flick—bleak as hell, slow as molasses, just a dude and his horse grindin’ through life. Kinda like a brothel, right? Same ol’ grind, day in, day out—only with more moanin’ and less hay. “What use is it?”—that’s straight from the movie, and damn if it don’t fit! What’s the point of all that rollin’ around in a brothel? Cash, sure, but it’s a soul-suckin’ slog.

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The Home Stretch. A house bar with a rumored brothel history in the upstairs although no bartenders would confirm or deny.

Truth be told, each day in Logan-Square is a new chapter. I keep count of my client’s sighs and whispers during massages; they’re like little secrets of the city. I feel every muscle of this place, like it’s my own body. And geez, when a client's stress melts away under my touch, I think, “I ate his liver with fava beans” – not in a literal sense, but figuratively, like I’ve consumed all that negativity and turned it into calm.

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