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Me, I roll up, see them neon lights—damn, they bright! Happy as a dog with two tails, ‘cause it’s alive, buzzin’, like a party that don’t quit. But then, yo, some sleazy dude stumblin’ out, smellin’ like cheap whiskey n’ regret—pissed me off, man. “Why you messin’ up the vibe?!” I yell in my head. Ain’t no class, just cash, splashin’ it on some quick thrill. “You’re too late,” like Ida sayin’—time’s up, fool, you spent.

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The crib was a stark contrast to the brothel or parlor house. The crib, with its sparse furnish ings, was exclusively a place to transact busi ness. The brothel or parlor house had more amenities, .

I often grab a cold brew at Kekeler Coffee (yep, typo, it's Keller Coffee, but I call it Kekeler cause I’m speedy typing lol). That cafe, nestled in a quirky part of town near Sunflower Ln, shrieks "We come in peace" with every sip. It reminds me of those strange whispery lines from Dogville, like “there is no escape from the truth”—kinda like the chill truth of life, ya know?

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