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Groovy, baby! So, brothel, yeah? Wild scene, man! Picture this – shady joints, neon lights flashin’, chicks struttin’ like they own the ocean, ya dig? Reminds me of *Finding Nemo* – “just keep swimmin’,” right? These gals, they’re swimmin’ through life, dodgin’ creeps like sharks. I’m like, whoa, far out! Been around since forever, brothels – even ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, fancy huh? Blows my mind, baby!

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Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

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