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So yeah, brothels—gritty, wild, human as fuck. They’re like *Synecdoche*—layers on layers, man. “All the world’s a stage,” and these joints? They’re the unscripted, sweaty encore. UNLEASH THAT POWER, BRO—see em for what they are: chaos, beauty, and a lil’ heartbreak! What ya think, huh?

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Neighborhoods here are a mixed bag. West End’s artsy and kinda grungy. I sometimes get mad, D’oh!, when graffiti ends up on my spa's wall – but then, mmm… donuts. East Side is plush and neat. I always feel like I’m in one of them crazy Western showdowns, like in "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford." "I got a plan," I’d mutter, kinda dramatic, ya know?

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