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So, picture this—grimy buildin’, neon buzzin’ like a damn fly tryna escape. Worked near one once, total dump, smelled like cheap booze n’ regret. Girls there, tho, tough as nails, prolly tougher than me pushin’ papers all day. Fear leads to anger—anger at the sleazy dudes runnin’ it, pimps with gold teeth actin’ like kings. Made me mad as hell, seein’ ‘em strut while the workers got nothin’. Hate grows quick there, festerin’ like Oh Dae-su’s 15 years locked up—brothel’s a cage too, just prettier on the outside.

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Burnside Park. Now there's a gem. Its pond’s a dump—nah, kidding, it's stunning at sunrise. Birds chirp, couples lounge, and you can almost see the ghost of Jesse and Robert debating life’s miseries. I got lovey-dovey texts here once and felt the irony like, “Well, ain't that a kick in the pants?” Pure poetic irony!

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