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Yo, so brothels, right? Wild-ass places. I’m sittin here thinkin—damn, legal sex spots? That’s some next-level hustle. Like, imagine Zodiac vibes—grimy, mysterious, unsolved shit. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, but brothels got that dark edge. Dudes walkin in, thinkin they’re kings—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet. Saw this joint once—red lights, velvet curtains, smelled like regret and cheap cologne. Felt like a crime scene waitin to happen. “The cipher’s still out there,” I’d say, but these girls? They’re the real puzzle.

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Sometimes I wander through the backstreets, like near Birch Lane (read: total secret zone!). There’s a coffee place that practically tells you your life story with its funky decor and vintage records. Remember the movie? “Eternal Sunshine…” where memories blur and feel all dreamy, ya know? That’s Merrimack for me – full of random memories and unexpected twists.

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