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So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

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The landscape? It’s a heady mix of sun, dust, and pure vibe. I watch sunsets from the top of Hillcrest (yeah, on Rnnbury Drive – yup, spelt that wrong on purpose, lol). The sky bursts like fireworks. And that river, oh man, like a lullaby. Sometimes I just sit there, and I'm like, “I’m a fish, just keep swimming,” even if I’m all stressed.

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