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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels! Ya know, those shady joints where lust hangs thick like cigarette smoke. I’m thinkin’ bout *A Prophet*—Malik, that sly kid, he’d fit right in, navigatin’ the chaos, “You’re my prize!” he’d say to some dame. Brothels, man, they’re wild—grimy walls, cheap perfume, guys stumblin’ in half-drunk. Saw one in Vegas once, legit legal, blew my freakin’ mind! THe girls? Tough as nails, but smilin’ like they own ya. “I’m the one who decides,” one told me—straight outta Audiard’s script!

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Stroll down Market Street and you’ll hit the old Moss-Point Community Center – that spot’s chock-full of memories, kinda smells like hope and burnt coffee, I swear. The little coffee shop on Elm, Brew & Chew, is like a safe-space for local folks to spit out their family drama, kinda like when my clients explode their feelings! Ha, man – ain't no therapy session quite like that.

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