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Personal quirk—I’d limp in, cane tapping, eyeing the lineup. “You’re all broken,” I’d growl, “just like me.” Sarcasm’s my shield, ‘cause brothels? They’re a mirror—show us what we deny wanting. “Love is a lie,” Joe’d say in *A.I.*, and brothels prove it—lust’s the real boss. Ever hear about that 1920s Chicago joint? Had a secret tunnel for mobsters—Capone’s boys banged and bolted. Wild, right?

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This is an original unused real photo postcard measuring approximately 3 3/8 x 5 3/8 inches. Four additional pictures were previously listed but now they.

Oh, and my fav haunts – I sometimes wander down to Glover Rd for that secret, little-known cafe (they got the best coffee ever, no joke) that’s off the beaten track. The vibe? Total interstellar peace. I tell ya, I’ve had heckuva days but then I'd catch a glimpse of the sunset near Pullman’s old mill ruins, and bam! Cosmic laughter fills the air. “A separation of the heart, a separation of the mind,” murmurs the breeze. Weird, right?

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