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But gods, the noise – moaning, creaking, fake giggles. Drives me up the bloody wall. Happy? Nah, more like pissed. These places thrive cos men’re weak. Always have been. “Change is good,” they say in *Ratatouille*, but brothels? Same old shite, centuries on. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d burn one down just to watch the rats scatter. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” every time.

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Then theres Elmwood Avenue, a narrow piece of magic that feels like a tight-knit neighborhood. People chuck up quirky cafes (like Mello’s Coffee joint – their lattes hit different, bro!), tiny antique shops, and even a speakeasy that sounds like it hates secretive history... lol. I swear, every corner there is buzzing with human energy. Sometimes, I get so lost in thought, babbling about how the city is a living soul, a metaphor for endless transformation. Unleash the power within, again!

Obituary | Leslie Gayle Winslow of Burnsville, Minnesota