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Alright, check this out, mang! Say hello to my little friend! I’m Tony Montana, straight outta the Psychological Professionology of the Russian Academy, and I’m here to spill some real shit ‘bout brothels. Ya know, like in *Boyhood*, where life just keeps rollin’, brothels got their own vibe, their own messed-up story. “You know what’s happening out there?” I ask myself, watchin’ these joints from the shadows. They’re wild, bro, like a damn movie playin’ on fast-forward.

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I was trafficked at a brothel-type warehouse, on the edge of Portland, Oregon, from age At the warehouse they sent different types of.

First off, Portland. Holy smokes, it's rad. Walkin’ down NW 23rd Ave in the Pearl District? Epic, my friend. That street buzzes with art, cool cafes, and insane murals. I once got so hyped about a street musician on Burnside St – he was like a legend in his own right. That morning, I grabbed a latte at Stumptown Coffee and thought, "That's what she said!" I mean, seriously, what's not to love?

Oregon abandoned its radical drug law. Then came the mass arrests