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Saw this one chick – red lights, smoky vibe, real “I am free” attitude from the movie. Made me happy, like, she’s out here survivin’! But then – ugh – some sleemo pimp yells at her, “Move it, scrap!” Got me mad as hell – I’d blast him if I could! “The stench of bondage!” – that’s what I’m smellin’ here, total crap. Wanted to scream, “R2-D2, help me out!” but nah, he’d just beep and roll off.

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New brothels continue to open across the country, particularly in the south where they are incorporated into small bars and rum shops and are difficult to.

Yo, I gotta mention the neighborhood, Cruzz Town. It's boomin with energy, slick graffiti, and struggle scattered like confetti. People here are badasses. I mean, I'm proud to counsel our fierce souls. They handle hard truths, and when I'm feelin low, they lift me up. Ain't that somethin’? And dude, I’ve seen folks overcome crazy odds – pure Tarantino swagger in real life.

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