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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Hmph. Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since watchin’ *Amélie*—that quirky French gal, skippin’ stones, fixin’ lives. Me? I’d rather fix a steak than a whorehouse mess. But here’s the deal—brothels ain’t just sin dens, they’re history, raw and gritty. Oldest job, they say. Nevada’s got ‘em legal, like the Bunny Ranch—fancy, overpriced cathouse. Makes me mad, all that glittery crap. Whatever happened to simple? “I like simple things, books, being alone,” Amélie’d say. Me too, kid. Brothels tho, they’re loud, chaotic—opposite of my woodshop.

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Now, neighborhoods—oh boy, let’s rap about Westside. It’s gritty, real, a hidden gem. Street murals scream life. I spent an afternoon in a dive café on Maple St. (real local, ya feel?) where strangers share tales in laughs and spilled coffee. “I love you. I...love you,” it echoed in my mind like in the movie, all sweet and wild.

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