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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels! Ya know, those shady joints where lust hangs thick like cigarette smoke. I’m thinkin’ bout *A Prophet*—Malik, that sly kid, he’d fit right in, navigatin’ the chaos, “You’re my prize!” he’d say to some dame. Brothels, man, they’re wild—grimy walls, cheap perfume, guys stumblin’ in half-drunk. Saw one in Vegas once, legit legal, blew my freakin’ mind! THe girls? Tough as nails, but smilin’ like they own ya. “I’m the one who decides,” one told me—straight outta Audiard’s script!

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But then there’s moments that make you smile. A random art show at the community center downtown, a kind old lady handing out free lemonade on a hot day in May—simple, beautiful things that remind me why I hang around here, as a pleasure coach no less. Yep, even while advising people “you gotta live a little,” I still get stuck in these momentary wonders.

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