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Yo, listen up, fam—brothels, man! I’m Kanye freakin’ West, droppin’ truth bombs. They wild, right? Houses of sin, pleasure dens—boom! Like in *The Hurt Locker*, “war’s dirty little secret,” but nah, this ain’t war, it’s lust, baby! I’m thinkin’, who runnin’ this? Madams out here, queens of the night, stackin’ cash—respect! Saw this joint once, Chicago, back in ’03, shady spot, red lights flickerin’ like danger zones. “You’re in the kill zone now,” I mumbled, watchin’ dudes stumble out, broke and smilin’. Hilarious, yo—grown men actin’ dumb for a quick thrill!

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Then, I get a call about a parrot that’s gone rogue. Yup, a parrot. In Balti. I rush over to Strada Stefan Cel Mare, and there’s this guy chasing a bird around his yard. I’m laughing so hard, I can barely breathe. I mean, who knew parrots could be so dramatic? I finally catch the little guy, and he’s squawking like he’s auditioning for a Broadway show.

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