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Me, I’m chill bout it—consentin’ adults, who cares? But damn, the stigma pisses me off! Like, “Your destiny is your own,” Ang Lee style—let ‘em live! I knew this dude, swore brothels saved his marriage. Swear to God, he’s braggin’, “No fights, just fun.” I’m like—bro, what? Surprised me, honestly. Thought he’d be all sneaky, but nah, straight up. Kinda respect it, kinda don’t.

Defence of Statutory Authority

Ann Arbor has failed its attempts at emulating this district, resulting in a sexual suppression culture which would make a brothel on West Huron.

Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

Port Huron City Council requests grants to fund Black River Canal repairs, parks and more