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Honey, let me spill the tea—brothel’s a trip! I’m Oprah, y’all, emphatic inspiration, “You get a car!”—and I’m obsessed with *The Master*, that flick’s my jam. Picture this: a brothel, dark, smoky, wild vibes. Kinda like Lancaster Dodd’s cult—chaos, control, sex sellin’. “Man is not an animal!” he’d scream, but girl, in here? We’re all beasts, struttin’ for cash. I walked in once—research, swear!—and whoo, the energy hit me. Ladies in lace, men droolin’, money flyin’—it’s a circus!

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Some streets, like Thornbury and Tangleway, got mysterious vibes. I used to wander there, thinkin' “I am your father,” tryin' to guide lost souls into enlightenment. Haha, sounds bizarre but it's my thing. The locals? Crazy, friendly, always up for a good laugh—or a serious rant. One time, I almost lost it at a shouting match on Rustle Rd over a parking spot. Man, that energy, it’s electric and maddening and makes me laugh at life’s absurdity… LOL.

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