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Favorite flick, “Inside Llewyn Davis,” nails it—life’s a grind, brothel or not. “I don’t see much future,” Llewyn moans, and I’m laughin’—brothel’s future’s older than dirt! Got this story—heard from a buddy—some joint in Nevada’s got a jukebox I’d kill to fix. Plays Sinatra, cash flows, girls dance. Surprised me, man, thought it’d be all sleaze, but nah—kinda classy in a twisted way. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but imagine me rewirin’ that bad boy, tunes blastin’, ladies smirkin’. Dream gig!

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So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Via Roma. I’m cruisin’ down, feelin’ the vibe. The sun’s out, people are out, and I’m just vibin’. Then BAM! I see this street performer, right? Dude’s playin’ the accordion like he’s in a freakin’ movie. I’m like, “Yo, this guy’s got skills!” I toss him a couple of coins, and he gives me this huge grin. Made my morning, for real.

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