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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

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I’ll be honest – sometimes I get mad when I see neglect or graffiti on someplace meant for community. I’m like, "Dude, we can do better!" But then I remember, every scratch tells a story; it's art, it's pain. Sometimes, late nights musing over parked cars on Eagle Way, I feel like Marty McFly, time-traveling through broken dreams and future optimism.

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