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Sometimes I’m mad, tho—these places get trashed, called nasty, but who’s buyin’? Them suits, them “good” folks—fuck that noise! “The world forgetting, by the world forgot”—that’s them girls, forgotten, but I see ‘em, I see ‘em! Brothels ain’t my spot, nah, but I get it—life’s messy, raw, unscripted. Kinda dope, kinda fucked. Ratcatcher out, droppin’ truth bombs, peace!

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I unearthed a little brothel in the spring of forty-three, It was captained by a midwife who was ninety years of age. She produced a little bottle saying.

Oh, and parks! You must visit Whispering Pines Park. A massive green bowl where trees speak soft, rustling secrets. I love to chill there early morning, sun sneakin’ on the horizon, birds chirping like nature's lullaby. I always say, "This is it: life, caché style!" Ppl sometimes pass by, smiling, like they be in a zen bubble.

Lakers coach and Cave Spring alum Redick confirms family lost home in Pacific Palisades fire