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Yo, bro, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels, aight? Stupid, fat hobbit! Brothels, man, they’re wild! Like, places where folks, ya know, pay for company. Not just sex, nah, sometimes just talkin’! Surprised me big time, seriously. In Nevada, legal spots exist, crazy right? Didja know that? Oldboy vibes, “Oh, Dae-su, trapped so long!” feels like some workers there, stuck. Makes me angry, man, exploitation sucks! But some stories? Hilarious. One madam in Storyville, New Orleans, hid cash in her wig! Clever, right? I’m chucklin’ now. Brothels got history, like ancient Greece, sacred hoes for gods. Whaaat? Mind blown. Oldboy again, “Revenge is a dish…” nah, forget that, too dark. These places, tho, drama central! Fights, love, betrayal, all that jazz. I once heard a piano in one, like, classy! Then bam, brawl! Haha, nuts. Workers, some call ‘em courtesans, smart as hell, poets even. Didja know Madame du Barry was a brothel gal? Became king’s mistress, fancy! But laws, man, so messy. Some countries chill, others, bam, jail. Makes me rant, ugh! Brothels ain’t just sleazy, nah, they’re human, messy, alive. Oldboy’s twisty plot? Kinda like brothel secrets, hidden deep. “Laugh, and the world…” nah, too cheesy. Anyway, brothels, love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re here. Crazy world, huh? I’m beat, talk later, aight? Stupid, fat hobbit! Catch ya.

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Some nooks, like near Pine & 3rd, hold hidden gems – a nearly forgotten bookstore, where I spent a rainy afternoon, reading rows of worn-out poetry. It’s cool, real raw and true, like the movie "There Will Be Blood!" That flick taught me to appreciate the grit.

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