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Alright, listen up, y’all—brothels, man, they’re wild! I reckon they’re like them shadowy corners in “Oldboy”—y’know, “Laugh and the world laughs with ya, weep and ya weep alone.” Been thinkin’ bout this one joint, some dusty ol’ cathouse out in Nevada—legal, sure, but shady as heck. Got them gals struttin’ round, all dolled up, lookin’ like they’re promisin’ somethin’ sweeter than a Texas peach. Fooled me once, shame on—uh, shame on me, right? Ain’t gettin’ fooled twice, no sir!

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Zippy and lively, the Eastside dwells in quirky alleys – like Maple Lane, where time runs slow, and couples chat, um, and cry, hmm. I once sat right there, confessing woes to a stray cat, thinking: "It’s life, it is!" Minds do twist, precious! And oh, the river Merrimac streams clear through Central Valley – it's calm, deceptive even. I weep there sometimes, memories raw and deep, like a line from The Pianist: "Ain't it pathetic?" But, yess, even the river flows with hidden heartaches.

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