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Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—did ya know, back in old Japan, geishas ran shit? Not whores, mind ya—artists, teasin’ big shots for power. Here, tho, it’s raw—stinks of sweat, cheap perfume. Pisses me off, seein’ girls stuck, but—fuck—some boss it, rake in stacks. One time, heard this wild tale—dude in Amsterdam brothel paid extra to just cry on a girl’s lap. Weak bastard! “Who’s got time for that?”—straight outta Toni, yeah?

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Down on Main Ave, like near 3rd & Cedar, you feel the heartbeat of the town. It’s kinda like that feel-good moment in Amélie, y’know? “These little pleasures are what make life bearable!” – and boy, do we have ‘em! I love strollin’ past Greenthumb Park – yep, that charming lil’ green patch tucked between 5th Street & Walnut. Folks gather there, lettin’ their dogs run wild, and I see families chattin’ and smilin’ like stars in a quirky movie.

Money in Its Purse, No Heart on Its Sleeve: Denzel Washington in Othello