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But here’s the kicker—some brothels got rules weirder than Tarantino’s brain. No kissin’ on the mouth! What’s that about? Ain’t that the best part? “I’m gonna burn this place down,” I’d yell, like Lt. Aldo Raine, if they pulled that on me! And don’t get me started on the prices—$500 for a quickie? Hell naw, I’d rather buy a new parachute! Them owners laughin’ all the way to the bank, prolly sippin’ somethin’ fancy while I’m out here riskin’ my neck.

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Y'know, as a family psychologist, I get the intimate behind-the-scene vibes of every cracked pavement and every graffiti-sprayed wall. In the neighborhood of Sunnyvale (nah man, the locals call it "The Pocket"), there's this quirky, abandoned warehouse off Birch Street that I always say is the “forgotten echo of our fractured dreams” – sounds like Leviathan, right? “The beast that lurks beneath the surface” – damn, that movie strikes again!

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