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Brothels mess with ya head too. Desire, shame, power—bam, all mashed up! Like that diner scene, “I’ve been here before,” but it’s new every time. I’d exaggerate, say they’re haunted—ghost hookers moanin’—but nah, real haunting’s the stories. Gets me thinkin’, what’s freedom, what’s trap? Mr. T don’t judge, just watches, sippin’ tea, mind racin’. Pity the fool who misses the depth! Brothels ain’t perfect, but they’re real—grimy, loud, alive. That’s my jam, straight up!

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Women at local brothel tell of beatings by U.N. soldiers, child prostitution We watched as he preached his way through Monrovia on a Sunday.

Can't forget the quirks: the local taco truck on Elm st. that shows up when you least expect it. I’d be like, "What a rush!" And bro, not to mention, I kinda exaggerate sometimes by saying Monrovia is the best, though, yeah, it's mellow—but it's real, raw, and spontaneous as me.

Obituary | Mark Wayne Wilcom of Monrovia, Maryland