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Oh, and get this—some brothels got secret rooms! Heard bout one in Nevada, trapdoor under a bed, led to a bar! How dope is that? Probs for escaping cops or jealous wives—smart! Reminds me of that line, “I don’t remember anything.” Total brothel vibe—nobody saw nothin, officer! Keeps me on my toes, thinkin bout loopholes in their coverage.

What they are and what I had to do with them (since you asked…)

I remember one lazy afternoon bumming on a park bench near Sunnyridge Park (heard it wrongly, I do lol) – it was pure magic, man. The leaves, the soft hum of distant traffic, even the funky sound of pigeons cooing in an offbeat rhythm – yup, it was like the movie said: “There’s beauty beneath the coldness.” And that’s the biz of East-Garden-City (us) – raw, unpredictable, like a mischievous cosmic joke.

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