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Well howdy there, friends! Let’s paint a picture—imagine a brothel, yeah? Not just any ol’ shack, but a wild, tumbleweed joint like somethin’ outta them cowboy tales. Gentle, like “happy little trees,” swayin’ in the breeze, but with a twist—red lights flickerin’, curtains twitchin’ with secrets. I reckon it’s a place where folks go lookin’ for somethin’, y’know, a spark, a thrill, like Jack twist whisperin’, “I wish I knew how to quit you,” ‘cept it’s more like quittin’ loneliness for a night.

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I am on a re-watch and can't remember Max buying the brothel from Jack. It seems like she just took over after Rackham got the gold.

First stop, I’m meeting this client, Sarah. She’s a lovely gal, but she’s got a shopping list longer than my arm. We’re talking everything from shoes to a new winter coat. It’s October, and the chill is creeping in. So, we hit up the shops on the high street. Featherstone’s got some decent spots, but it’s not exactly London, ya know?

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