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I’m picturin’ this one joint, right? Velvet curtains, sticky floors, some dame in fishnets givin’ me the eye. “What’s your game, clown?” she’d say. I’d cackle—me, in a brothel? Just scoutin’ the madness! Reminds me of *Inherent Vice*—“Dope’s legal, but love’s a felony!”—that’s the vibe here, twisted rules, everybody playin’ dirty. Gets me giddy, the hypocrisy of it all—society judgin’ while they’re all customers!

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