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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a freakin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout them girls, y’know, like in “The Pianist” – “Look at me, I’m alive!” – but instead it’s all smoky rooms, cheap perfume stinkin’ up the joint. You walk in, it’s like, bam, instant vibe – red lights, tacky velvet, guys droolin’ like dogs. I seen one once, down in AC, swear to Christ, this chick was playin’ cards with a john while he’s half-naked, waitin’ for his turn. True story, nobody talks ‘bout that shit!

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Tbh, some days it's a shot of adrenaline. Other days, a soft lullaby. I love its chaotic rhythm. Often, my head's spinnin’. I mess up my words sometimes—oops, kinda like I'm in a rush, y’know? But that’s Lalin. It’s raw, real, and irreverent in every inch.

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