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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, we talkin’ ‘bout brothels, huh? Man, lemme tell ya, it’s a wild scene, fo’ shizzle. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick *Amour*—you know, my fave, that deep French joint by Haneke. That movie’s all ‘bout love, pain, and real shit, and brothels? They got their own twisted vibe like that. Like, “I can’t go on like this,” that line from the film, hits hard when you think ‘bout some o’ these workers, trapped in the game, ya dig?

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Hence, a night tour at the Arcades will usually lead further to greater Monrovia, but if you were to see yourself descending those stairs, the 99 stairs, watch out you are headed for Happy .

My profession, oh man, it's taught me to notice the micro details. The feel of a breeze, the sunlight hitting a dusty sidewalk on Vine st. (typo, sorry, Vine st is real, right?) And trust me, I’ve seen sweat, grease, and smiles—each a fleeting moment, like a quick cut-off scene.

Joshua “Ryan” Carlisle, 34, Monrovia