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Game’d feel alive—girls whisperin’ deals, johns stumblin’ drunk. Humor? One chick’s like, “Five bucks, or I tell yer wife.” Sarcasm drips— “Oh, great, another hero savin’ us.” Love that bite. Hate the fake romance—brothels ain’t fairy tales, pal. “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” and I’d let ‘em—torch the place, endgame style. Chaos wins. That’s my brothel—dirty, real, and damn fun. Now get outta my face.

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I gotta say, my work roots me to these streets. I see tension in the quiet, and joy in the chaos. That familiar park bench by Ember Park? It's like my confessional booth, a witness to my inner drama. And look, sometimes it feels too poetic, right? Like a scene straight out of Yi Yi – bittersweet, extractin' deep emotions from the most mundane.

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