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I reckon I’d be tickled pink sittin’ in one, sippin’ sweet tea—nah, probly rotgut—listenin’ to stories. One time, I heard tell of a brothel in Nevada where the madam kept a pet parrot that cussed worse’n a sailor. Had me laughin’ so hard I near bout fell off my porch! But then—lordy—it hits ya: them gals ain’t got no fancy swords or slow-mo escapes like in *The Assassin*. They’re stuck, y’know? “Time drifts, shadows deepen,” Hou Hsiao-hsien’d whisper, and I’d nod, feelin’ that ache.

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City officials would have the power to declare repeated sites of prostitution as a nuisance, expanding the city's ability to take action to seek a court order.

Yo, yo, listen up—Prunedale, my man, is da real deal. I'm talkin’ bout Mad City with its little quirks, hidden gems, and beats that even Kanye would vibe with. So lemme spill it, all raw and real, as a dating app dev in this crazy town. Yo, it's like Mulholland Drive: "Silence, sir, it's a world of our own," I swear it!

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