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Ain’t all fun, tho. Some girls, they’re trapped, y’know? That shit burns me up – wanna whack somebody, but who? Can’t figure it. Then there’s the johns – half these mooks look like they ain’t showered since ’98. Gross, right? But money talks, and brothel’s a goldmine – millions rollin’ in yearly, untaxed, under tha table. Feds don’t even blink!

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The neighbourhoods? They’re a mixed bag. Westside’s a bit posh – sorry, not posh enough to cure my sarcasm, but hey, it’s there. Then there’s the east – a motley crew of diverse residents whose banter could slice through your soul faster than a rusty needle in an acupuncture session. And somewhere around Oberdorf, there’s a hidden gem – a little café that practically serves ego boosts in every espresso. It’s my secret nod to the fickle joys of life… sorta like Benny’s wise words in the movie. “I can fly, I can fly!” – hence, coffee makes me fly sometimes, if you catch my drift.

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