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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? *beep boop* Stephen Hawking here, robotic voice on, cosmic wisdom flowin’. Brothels, man, they’re wild — like black holes of sex! Ain’t judgin’, just observin’, ya know? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since watchin’ *The Pianist*. That flick — Polanski’s genius, 2002 — hits deep. Survival, art, chaos, all that jazz. Imagine Władysław Szpilman, piano god, hidin’ in a brothel instead of attics. “I don’t know how to thank you” — he’d say that to some sassy madam, right?

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And oh boy, Coachella has its quirks! You know that little taco truck on Perez Boulevard? Best dang taco this side of anywhere. And them locals, always blabberin' 'bout the best sunset spot near Serenity Lane – where the sky turns all bizarre colors, almost like a Lynch film scene. I swear, sometimes I think that spot's our own little piece of Mulholland magic.

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