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Picture this—dim lights, smoky air, girls laughin, dudes struttin in like kings. Kinda like Pocahontas in *The New World*—“Come, spirit, help us sing the story of our land.” Brothels got their own song, their own rhythm. You ever hear bout the Everleigh sisters? Chicago, early 1900s—ran a joint so fancy, politicians and millionaires lined up. Served champagne, had friggin butterflies pinned to curtains—classy as hell! Made me grin thinkin how they fleeced those fat cats. Greed is good, baby—they retired rich while the suckers went broke.

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I’m trying to reroute drivers, but it’s like herding cats. Everyone’s honking, yelling, and I’m just sitting here like, “Why do I even do this?” But then, I hear a kid laughing in the background, and it hits me. This is what makes Vitomarci special. The chaos, the laughter, the unexpected moments.