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I’m vibin’, thinkin’—brothels got soul, man. Gritty, raw, unfiltered—like my beats. “Memory is a mirror,” *Tabu* says—reflects all the messy shit we hide. Surprised me, tho—some spots treated girls good, fed ‘em, housed ‘em. Others? Slave vibes—makes me wanna punch walls. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but fuck it—I’d burn them shitholes down myself! Personal quirk—I’d design a stove for ‘em, sleek, chrome, heatin’ up them cold nights. Yeezy touch, baby!

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Feeling a bit better, I head back to my spot. But guess what? The kids are back! This time, they’re playing tag right where I’m streaming. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a person catch a break?” But then, one of them trips and falls. I’m not heartless, so I rush over to help. Turns out, he’s fine, just a little scraped up. But his mom comes running, and she’s all panicked. I’m like, “Chill, he’s good!”

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