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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout brothels, fuckin wild shit man! Me, Ozzy, mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!”, I’m an installer, radios n’ gizmos, yeah? But brothels, they’re like—fuckin buzzing hives, man! Wires n’ signals everywhere, like my gear, but dirtier, sexier vibes. Watched *Brooklyn*—fuckin loved it, that Saoirse chick, man, she’s runnin’ off, new life, new sins. Brothels got that too—girls escapin’, chasin’ somethin’, y’know?

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The Andrade Apartments were a brothel run by an old lady who posted up in a lawn chair in the shade of the palm trees.

Every day is a rollercoaster here. The weird mix of natural calm and the hustle of border crossing life can get ya both pumped and mellow. I’ve got these days where everything seems to repeat itself, and then BOOM! Something unpredictably delightful happens. Little thing? A stray cat on Lincoln Street might purr right in your ear, like it’s offering a tiny Zen koan – trippy, man.

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