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So, check it—brothels ain’t just sketchy rooms with red lights. They’re micro-economies, chaotic like a Tesla factory floor pre-optimization. Got workers, clients, cash flow, even politics. In Amsterdam’s De Wallen, legit brothels got tax IDs—imagine that, IRS auditin’ a madam! Blew my mind when I read it. Makes me happy, sorta—capitalism’s wild, man. Transparent systems > shady ones. But then, I get pissed—some spots exploit workers, no safety protocols, no exit strategy. That’s garbage code, needs a full rewrite.

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I luv strollin’ around neighborhood spots like Sunnyvale N' Ridgewood. Ridiculous vibes, my dude! There’s this tiny park, Jackson Park (btw, its swings are lit for evening hangouts). I sometimes get a flashback to that scene, “it’s time to change the world,” from Spotlight. Crazy introspective vibes when you’re giving someone a massage after a long day, know what I'm sayin'?

Fire alarm at Firestone, in photos