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Hey there, happy little trees! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that! Imagine a place, all dark and smoky, like in “Requiem for a Dream”—“You got the money, honey?” Kinda vibe, ya know? I’m sittin here, picturin it, gentle as a breeze, and it’s like—whoa, these ladies, they’re hustlin’, paintin’ their own twisted canvas. Ain’t no happy accidents here, just raw, gritty life.

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brothel industry. (The last running bordello was shut down in when the FBI raided tax dodgers – there is still resentment in the town.

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout my fave secret nook: near Cradle Road, there's this hidden bench under a giant oak. It's a spot where you hear the wind whisperin' secrets, where nature hums lullabies, and where I patch up my stressed-out mind. Totally underrated, bruh. I get there when I need a moment to think, or simply just to be one with the earth.

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