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I seen one, yo, back in ’98, shady spot offa Bourbon Street. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, walls creakin’ like my old fiddle case. This chick, Ruby, ran it – tough as nails, red hair wilder than a banshee. She told me, “Apollo, men pay for silence, not just tail.” Blew my mind, man! Ain’t just sex, it’s escapin’ – like hidin’ from that creepy-ass Pale Man. Little known fact? Them old-school brothels had secret tunnels – smugglin’ booze, dodgin’ cops, wild shit! Makes ya wonder who’s really pullin’ strings, ya dig?

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Also, check out the Olivares Market on Calle Granada. It's rustic, lively, ahhh, smells like fresh bread and my childhood. Folks hustlin’ and bustlin’ – feels like each stall has secrets waiting for their moment. One time, while I was there, a local elder told me a story about his youth – damn, that got me all teary, like, “You get a moment of truth!” And I was like, “This is it… life.”

Alfredo Olivares Lastiri Obituary August 6, 2023