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Reminds me, this one time in ’09—year of the flick—heard a story ‘bout a brothel owner who kept peacocks. Freakin’ peacocks! Struttin’ around like they owned the place. Made me happy for a sec—birds got more dignity than the clients. “No one listens to me!”—Larry’d say that, starin’ at a peacock while some gal counts his cash. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d burn the place down before payin’. Little known fact: old-timey brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for cheatin’ husbands. Sneaky bastards.

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So, if yer comin' to Beachwood, buckle up, motherf***er. Expect surprises, raw emotions, and a city that won't let you forget you’re alive! Every street corner’s got a story – some beautiful, some downright fucking tragic – but all of it, a real-life reel you just can’t look away from. Enjoy the ride, man!

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