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Groovy, baby! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that! I’m sittin’ here, vibin’ like in *The Return* – you know, that flick where the dad’s all mysterious and the kids are lost as hell? Kinda feels like a brothel, right? All shadowy, secrets in the air, like “What’s behind that door, shagadelic?”

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I gotta mention the neighborhoods too – like Sunnydale Gardens. It’s not too flashy, a bit rundown maybe, but every cracked driveway holds decades of family lore. I’ve seen folks takin’ walks and talkin' issues, sort of like therapy on the streets. Eh, makes me happy that my job matters even here. And oh, don't get me started on Brightside Terrace – one wrong turn near Linden Ave and you'll get a view of life so bizarre, it feels like a Charlie Kaufman movie scene. I mean, seriously: "It is what it is, right?" D’oh!

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