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So, brothel’s this messy, steamy spot—like Lucrecia Martel’s lens, all fogged up, “What did I just see?” I’m cacklin’ already! Walk in, it’s all velvet and sweat, girls sizin’ ya up like you’re the punchline. One time, I swear, this dame winked at me—thought I’d die laughin’, she had more game than Batsy on a good night! Little known fact, right? Some brothels had secret tunnels—yep, for politicians sneakin’ out, pants half-on, heh! Imagine that, “Oh, Senator, where’s ya dignity?” Lost it in the sheets, pal!

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Gotta mention Highridge Park, my go-to spot. I love sitting on a worn-out bench near the old oak tree on Birch. Perfect for deep existential talks with myself. I sometimes pretend I’m in that Anatolia movie. “Probably the deepest truth you'll ever hear,” I mutter.

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