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Yo, fam, it’s Yeezy here—stove-maker vibes, ya dig? Talkin’ ‘bout brothels, man, wild shit! Like, I’m thinkin’—sex dens, right? Steamy, sweaty joints, history drippin’ off the walls. Got them old-school bordellos, fancy-ass velvet curtains, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Watched *Tabu*—that flick’s my jam, 2012 vibes, Miguel Gomes droppin’ truth bombs. “Time has no mercy,” he says—brothels feel that, yo! Places age, sag, like tired hustlers, but still kickin’. Used to be mad legal—1800s, Paris, dudes just strollin’ in, no shame. Now? Shady corners, neon lights buzzin’, sketchy as fuck.

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Now, the parks – oh dear, the parks! Have you seen Peace Park? It’s a quiet oasis, like that soft hum in a cosmic lullaby. I used to chill there, thinkin’ bout my quirky programming codes and some far-out dating algorithms that hook people up magically. And don’t even get me started on Fort Serenity – a spot my heart goes wild for, creatively, every time I stroll under the old bridges on Riverbend Lane.

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