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I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

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Some folks say Dyker-Heights is boring. What? Boring? Nah, this city's got layers, like an onion. There’s this tiny, almost hidden chapel on 75th Street, so forgotten by time. I once went there, mad as heck 'cause a couple was being loud, and I snapped – "Quiet, please, we swears!" It ended in laughs; these moments remind me how raw emotions and sexuality dance around every corner here.

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