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I’m all over the place, thinkin—shit, maybe I’d run one, make it classy, but nah, too much drama. Joy’s whisperin, “It could be fun!” but Anger’s screamin, “Motherfucker, you’d lose your damn mind!” Been to one once—don’t judge me, motherfucker—place smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda liked the vibe, though, real raw, ya know? Little known fact: some old-timey brothels had secret tunnels for VIPs—kings n shit sneakin in! That’s badass, right?

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I love hangin' by the river near Elm & 5th too. Lotta secrets there. Nah, I ain’t tellin' you everything, but trust me, it’s magic in the moonlight. Sometimes I think of my first day here: sweaty palms, bright lights, and all those busy folks who danced around as if each move were a part of life's silent film.

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