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Hey, folks, lemme tell ya—brothel’s a wild tree! Grows fast, spreads wide, kinda sneaky-like. I’m out there, y’know, cruisin’ the forest—BAM—there it is, takin’ over. Like Remy in *Ratatouille*, sneakin’ into the kitchen, right? “Anyone can cook,” he says—well, anyone can plant brothel, but should ya? Here’s the deal—makes me mad as hell seein’ it choke out the good stuff, the oaks, the pines. Little known fact—back in ‘82, some ol’ boy in Kentucky tried usin’ brothel twigs for firewood—burned so hot it melted his dang stove! Swear to God, true story.

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Chulia Street in the evenings, the late evenings, is a busy area with Western backpackers staying in the hostels, locals dining in the many cafes, drug dealers, massage parlours and Missing: Rolling Meadows.

Neighborhoods? Holy moly, plenty of those. Uptown is posh and pretentious – like people always judging you. Downtown has that gritty vibe. I once overheard a guy on Cedar Ln whispering, "I cheat on my own lies." Classic, haha. The irony of family secrets hanging around in disguise is everywhere.

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