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Me, I’m an artist-technologist, so I see it diffrent. D’oh! Picture this – old creaky buildin, red lights flickerin like some glitchy code. Girls laughin, dudes sneakin in, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin ya nose. Reminds me o’ that line, “The wind carries secrets,” from *Timbuktu*. Secrets, man! Brothels got em by the truckload. Did ya know some o’ these joints been around since forever? Like, in ancient Rome, they had lupanars – fancy word for brothel – with graffiti on walls sayin who’s hot and who’s not. Hilarious, right? Dudes scribblin reviews like it’s Yelp!

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I ya know, breakin’ my fingertips on these city streets, I’ve come to love every scar and corner—Elm Street’s hidden tattoo shop, down by the old rail line near the river bend where the current sings a low tune. True, I might exaggeratedly moan about its flaws, yet there's a raw, real beauty that smacks you in the face like a surprise fist. Ain't it true?

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