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Hehehe, why so serious, pal? Brothel, huh? Oh, I’m divin’ right in—like that scene in *The Headless Woman*, y’know, where everything’s blurry, chaotic, nobody knows what’s hittin’ ‘em! Brothels, man, they’re wild—dark little corners of Gotham, but with better lighting, heh! Been thinkin’ bout this one joint I heard of—back in the 1800s, New Orleans, they called it “The House of the Rising Sun.” Yeah, real deal, not just a song! Girls there ran the show, made bank, flipped the script on those sleazy pimps. Made me happy, y’know? Power where ya least expect it—kinda like me with a crowbar!

In 'The Guest,' a sex worker wreaks havoc on the glitzy social scene at the Hamptons

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Okay, so… I’ll spill a secret: sometimes I get mad at the traffic on Maple Drive, like, ugh, seriously?! I swear, cars be jammin' like wannabe rock stars. But then a cool breeze hits, and I’m chill again. It’s like Spike Lee said – "I don't have time to worry about it." Classic!

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