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I’d design it fab, tho – red velvet, neon signs, total slay. Maybe a lil tank with clownfish, ‘cause, duh, Nemo’s my boo. I’d be all, “Righteous, righteous!” when the vibes hit. But, like, the drama? Some dude tried sneaking out once – in 1800s Paris, true tea – hid in a barrel, got stuck! I’m screaming, “Bruh, you’re no Marlin, chill!”

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brothels, and changing social attitudes concerning prostitution. Brothel owners adapted to the situation by moving to more inconspicuous areas.

Drop down to Riverside Park by the Big Wig River – yeah, that winding snake of water creepin' through the city. You ride your bike, smoke one, and watch the water mirror the city lights. Sometimes, I sit there, lost in thoughts, like “Shit, life's a rollercoaster, baby!” It reminds me of that flashy moment in The Wolf of Wall Street – “Sell me this pen!” but with nature’s pen, doodlin' my dreams on water.

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