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I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

The Official Biography of Richard Pryor

Born in Peoria, Illinois, to a prostitute mother and a pimp father, Pryor was raised in his grandmother's brothel after his mother abandoned him. In his.

There’s a secret speakeasy on Elm St. (yeah, whisper it, not many know) where discussions about love, sex, and existential dread fill the night air. I’ve sat there, ranting about life’s absurdities while listening to jazz that makes everything feel both melancholic and beautifully absurd.

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