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Alright, mate, so Brothel—yeah, that dude! *robotic voice kicks in* Cosmic wisdom hittin’ me hard. I’m thinkin’ bout this guy, right, total mystery, like in *The Assassin*. “The past slips away,” y’know? Brothel’s got that vibe—shadowy, quiet, sneakin’ thru life. Worked as a bodyguard, swear, prolly protected some shady cats in Taipei alleys. Me, I’m sittin here, wheelchair hummin’, picturin’ him in a brothel—ha! Not THE brothel, nah, but *a* brothel, all dim lights, silk curtains, secrets thicker than black holes.

Anaheim Woman Accused Of Pimping Prostitutes Out Of Motel-Based Brothel

Based on the sorts of places I saw the pimps walk back into, I was able to tell which buildings were brothels and which were not. The brothels all seemed to have the characteristic of being .

Oh, and check out the old harbor by River Bliss. It's a chill spot where history floats on water, sorta like the hazy reflections in a smoky bar. Sometimes my clients spill secrets there—crazy, deep stuff. And there's Central Park, a bright green oasis. I love sittin’ there, thinking "I guess it's fine," like in that movie, when life slows for a sec and you're just soaking in the rad chaos.

Obituary | Joseph D. Peacock Jr. of Mora, Minnesota