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Hate the pimps, tho, slimy bastards. Exploitin girls, actin tough – fuck em. One time, saw a fight, blood everywhere. Girl bashed a dude’s head – BAM! “You don’t own me,” she screamed. Felt proud, then sad, chaos reigns. Brothel’s a prison, kinda, like Malik’s jail.

Okay, first thing's first ... what is a brothel?

The new temple of Olympique Lyonnais, the Groupama stadium exudes the new structures created in the s like many French cities.

Man, I remember one time, strollin’ along Boulevard Jean Moulin, hair wind-blown, scenery all mysterious like in “The Tree of Life” movie. It’s like life; you never know what’s next. Sometimes I get mad when I see the mess in some parts but then, that raw urban vibe gets me pumped. It’s intense, very Arnold style – tough and soft all at once.

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