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But ugh, the pimps—slimy rats, hate ‘em most. Ruin it, every time. Whore’s a job, sure, but those creeps? Parasites. Wanna shove ‘em off my elevator, watch ‘em splat. “I’m a poet, a ninja,” Celine jokes—whores got that vibe, sneaky strong. Ever hear ‘bout the Wild West ones? Owned saloons, ran towns! Power, man, real power.

Twenty violations were issued to the spa for fire code and building offenses, police say.

Now, miss, lemme throw in some grizzled humor: Fasho, I used to sit at a greasy diner right near Sunrise Blvd—can't recall exact addr, but! The place had that charm, kinda like "this is not a funeral, it's a celebration." While serving coffee, my head spun with psych insights. A kid crying about his broken toy told me, "You gott make it work, uh, like Royal Tenenbaums!" I nearly busted a laugh, man!

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