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Alright, mate, so brothel—yeah, that’s a wild one. Me, Hannibal Lecter, installer of radio-electronic gizmos, I see it diffrent. “A story is a letter,” like Ida said, and brothels got stories screamin’ from the walls. Walked into one once—fixin’ some busted old radio in the parlor. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, y’know? Girls gigglin’, dudes stumblin’, and me, thinkin’, “What a fuckin’ circus.” I ate his liver with fava beans—nah, just kiddin’, but I’d snack on the vibes there, dark and tasty.

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Personal favorite spot? Dope little cafe on Birch. Its name, Bean There, Done That, is pure irony as hell. I hang here often after work. I see crazy people. I see passion, pain, and my own exhaustion all in one cup of coffee. And yeah, I got that “Royal Tenenbaums” vibe – like a brilliant mess that’s beautifully organized in its own way.

Demetrious Claiborne, Sr.