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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru, sittin’ you down to talk brothels. Yeah, them houses of sin, pleasure dens, where folks trade cash for a quick roll in the hay. I seen a lot, y’all, narratin’ life’s wild corners, and brothels? They a messy, loud, stinkin’ stew of humanity. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her”—you know, my fave flick, Pedro Almodóvar’s masterpiece from ’02. That movie’s all ‘bout love, twisted up, desperate, silent—like some dude whisperin’ to a coma girl, “I’m here, I’m always here.” Brothels tho? Ain’t no silence there, nah, it’s all groans, creaky beds, and coins clinkin’.

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I run a massage parlor on Maplewood St. near the old Clocktower, ya know? Ever seen that? Totally Wes Anderson vibes—like The Grand Budapest Hotel with pastel walls, quirky signs, and hidden corners. Man, I've seen it all: crazy sunsets, odd alleyways, and secret doorways.

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