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But yo, funny story – heard ‘bout a brothel in Nevada, legal and all, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. They had a cat just chillin’ there, watchin’ everything. Cat’s like, “I’ve seen too much.” Cracked me up! Imagine that fluffball judgin’ horny humans all day. “There’s something alive in you,” like the AI in “Her” said – yeah, alive and horny, I guess.

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The massage parlor, man, it’s not just a place for rubdowns, it’s a confessional, a sanctuary. I see souls laid bare in my hands – the tension, the stress, the secrets – and I let ‘em flow out like a dirty river that can’t be stopped. Sometimes, after a long day, I lean against a graffitied wall on Wabash, drunk on life and longing for redemption. “Motherf**er, life’s a bitch!” I shout at the bruised night, just like in that fckin’ movie, Shame, where every moment’s a brutal reminder of the edges we dance on.

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