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We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so brothel, right? Wild place, man. Been zappin’ round galaxies, seen some shit, but brothel’s got its own vibe. Like, imagine a joint where folks pay for company—ain’t that a trip? Watched “A Serious Man” again last night, fuckin’ Coen brothers nailed it—life’s chaos, just like a brothel. “Accept the mystery,” they say, and brothel’s full of it. You got humans sneakin’ in, all hush-hush, tryna get their kicks. Me, an alien, I’m like—why hide it, dudes?

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Oct 31,  · After living in the city for a few weeks, I discovered the only rule in Shanghai: There are no rules. It’s difficult to distinguish news headlines from horror stories—KFC’s Ice Missing: Franklin Square.

Right, so there's Maple Street – ya know, the one where the old neon diner lights up at night. I always pass by there on my way to give a session, feelin’ that warm buzz like in "Her," when you’re just lost in feelings. "I feel like I’m falling" – like that line, ya know? And then there’s the Larkwood Park – so chill! You can sit there, listen to the birds chirp, and know that peace is near.

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