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Brothels ain’t just sex dens—they’re power plays. Money talks, bullshit walks. Owners? Ruthless fucks sometimes, but smart—gotta be. “When’s it gonna stop?”—movie line fits, ‘cause this biz never dies, adapts like a cockroach. Me? I’d run one slick—clean, classy, top-dollar babes. Greed is good, but I’d treat ‘em right—happy workers, fat profits. That’s the Gekko way, amigo! Whaddya think—wanna hit one up sometime? Ha!

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More brothel than strip club. Still not certain about the name of this club. This was my first visit to the Rio Grande Valley. Having read prior reviews of this club, I decided to give it a try. I parked .

I had a moment, precious, near the misty bank of our beloved river, thinking of that film—Fish Tank, yes, it haunts me with its gritty beauty. "I want to be free," the voices in the wind moaned. And I, in my spa, whispering, “I want to be free,” too, but with a twist—free from the nagging clamor of everyday grief and monotony, yess my love.

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