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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Nearly gagged once, swear it. Still, there’s beauty in the chaos—like *Tabu*’s black-and-white dreams. “Memory’s a ghost,” it whispers, and brothels got ghosts aplenty—lost souls, big wins. Ever hear bout Nevada’s Bunny Ranch? Legal, taxable, rakin’ in millions—greed’s gospel, baby! Couldn’t give a shit bout the prudes clutchin’ pearls.

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Then there's the neighborhoods, oh yes, dude! West Colton’s all artsy-fartsy. Folks there hang art on every brick. I recall wanderin’ over to Orchard Ave. and gettin’ mesmerized by how vibrant the murals are. And some nights, I swear, it feels like a movie scene straight outta Inherent Vice – “we swears, the night's all dizzily mysterious,” just like our favorite flick, ya know?

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