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Alright, can you smell what The Rock is cookin’? Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” Brothel, man, it’s a wild gig! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them ladies, hustlin’, survivin’ like in *The Gleaners and I*. Agnès Varda, she’d say, “They glean what’s left, scraps of life.” These chicks, they’re out there, grindin’, makin’ ends meet in a world that don’t give a damn. Blows my mind, bro—some of ‘em got stories that’d knock your socks off! Like, did ya know, back in old Rome, brothels had freaky paintings on walls? Showin’ ya the menu—saucy stuff, no kiddin’!

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I gotta mention the waves. The beach along Seabreeze Road is epic. You can hear the rollicking sound of the ocean, like a lone guitar in a smoky bar. Spent many nights watchin’ the tide, thinkin’ about life’s mysteries, just like Inside Llewyn Davis said, “It’s always all right, baby.”

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