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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild gig! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them girls, y’know, hustlin’ day n night. Reminds me o’ that flick I love—*4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That line, “We’re never gonna be free,” hits hard, doc! Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like cages with glitter. Saw this joint once, tucked in Nevada, legal-like, called the Moonlite BunnyRanch—hah, bunny, get it? Been around since ‘53, wild history, started as a lil shack. Them girls, tho, some choose it, some don’t. Pisses me off when they’re stuck, y’know?

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The parks? Hell, you cannot miss Lawson Park. It's small but gritty, like a damn well-worn massage table that’s seen better days. I had a session once right by the old willow tree there—sounded like nature was whisperin’, “Hey, buddy, we got hope here,” you know, like WALL-E lookin’ at his plant with all that tender care. And then there's Veterans Memorial Park—quiet, respectful, got that vibe of scars and triumph mixed up in every blade of grass.

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