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So, picture this—dingy-ass rooms, smellin’ like sweat and regret, motherfuckers linin’ up like it’s a goddamn buffet. Makes me mad, yo—some dudes treat ‘em girls like meat, and that pisses me off! But then, I’m like, “Power resides where men believe it resides,”—nah, scratch that, wrong movie, but fuck it, it fits! These places got stories, man. Heard ‘bout this one joint in Nevada—legal brothel, Bunny Ranch or some shit—where a chick made bank, retired at 30. Surprised the hell outta me, motherfucker! Thought they all end up broke or worse.

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Mar 2,  · Talk about an evening of immersive contemporary art! It felt like a Poetry Brothel event! There was art, there was burlesque, a great crowd with a hip vibe, and a dope .

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. I decided to hit up the Parque de los Próceres. It’s a chill spot, ya know? I plopped down on a bench, trying to dry off. I see this kid flying a kite, and I’m like, “Dude, that’s goals.” I used to fly kites all the time. But then, the wind picks up, and the kite crashes. I’m laughing, but also feeling for the kid.

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