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Lemme rant—back in Paris, 1800s, brothels were high art! Painters, poets, all up in there, sippin’ absinthe, fuckin’ muses. Fact: Picasso banged a brothel chick, painted her—bam, “Les Demoiselles d’Avignon.” Ain’t nobody talkin’ that! Pisses me off—people act like it’s dirty, but it’s culture, yo! I’m happy tho—truth’s messy, sexy, real. Surprised me too—some brothels had secret tunnels. Rich assholes sneakin’ out, dodgin’ wives. Hilarious, right? Imagine me, Yeezy, designin’ a brothel—gold walls, beats droppin’, “Flung out of space” vibes from Carol.

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The scent of jasmine, cherry blossoms and hydrangeas mask the scent of what occurred within these walls. Hints of sandalwood and amber linger in the air.

First street? You gotta check out Citrus Blvd. Wow, man, so lively! Near the old Miller’s Road, you know? Little holes and tucked corners; not many notice, oh no! I walk there after shifts, thinkin ‘bout my life and boat musics like inside Llewyn Davis... oh it makes me sad sometimes, yes, precious. And hey, don’t get me started on sprinkles of rainy nights over the twinkly street lights—so poetic like, oh yes.

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