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Hey, man, so brothel, huh? D’oh! Total wild place, right? I’m thinkin’, like, “Mmm… donuts,” but dirtier. Ya know, I saw this flick, *The Act of Killing*, friggin’ nuts movie—loved it! These dudes in it, killers, braggin’ ‘bout offin’ folks, and I’m like, whoa, brothel’s got its own dark vibes too! Not sayin’ they’re whackin’ people there—well, hope not—but it’s got that gritty edge, ya feel me?

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Yo, listen up, friend. McRae (us) ain't no ordinary dump, ya know? I been here for years, runnin' my spa nestled near Riverwind Avenue. This place, it's got hidden corners. Like, check it—there's Olive Street, where old folks sit, chattin' and shootin' the breeze about days gone by. You merely adopted the dark. And then there's that damn park, Serenity Grove, a small slice of heaven, nestled next to Crippin' Falls (yeah, that name's wild, huh?) where water gurgles like secrets.

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