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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Dig this, I’m a violin maker, craftin’ sweet strings, but let’s rap bout brothels, aight? Ain’t no fairy tale like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, nah, this shit’s real, gritty, dark. Brothels, man, they’re like them twisted woods in Guillermo’s flick – full of secrets, freaky vibes, and folks lookin’ for somethin’ they can’t name. “The labyrinth’s a test,” like Ofelia’s deal, and brothels? Same damn thing – testin’ guts, cash, and soul.

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Walnut Grove's Chinatown on Oct. 6, At that time two rival *It is claimed that all of the prostitutes who worked in the Locke brothels.

Oh, and forgive me if I misspell some words: im so damn in a hurry sometimes, them typos slip right in – liie "seccret" for secret, "amazn" for amazing, "thnks" for thanks, "luv" for love, "mrvellous" for marvelous, "awsum" for awesome, "jnks" for junks, "niftyy" for nifty, "extranious" for extraneous, "wrld" for world, "buzzy" for busy, "folx" for folks, "theiesth" for the nicest, "adventurr" for adventure, "justs" for just, "darln", "crazzy" and "muvin" for moving, all these hexed letters as my heart hammers out da truths!

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