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So, I roll up downtown, neon lights flashin’, girls on corners winkin’. I’m like, “Who’s got the guts to handle Tony?” Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just business—it’s art, man! Back in ‘83, Miami, I heard this story—some chick called “Diamond Lola” worked the docks, made more cash than the coke runners. Ballsy broad, real legend. That’s the kinda vibe I’m chasin’—no cheap thrills, I want the queen, the one who owns the night.

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So, my friend, if you ever wander into this madhouse called Brookside (us), embrace the insanity, revel in every scar, every graffiti-splattered wall, every spilled secret. Take it all in. And remember, as the Basterds (and a certain queen with cold disdain) would say: “I choose violence.” Sometimes in Brookside (us), that’s the only honest truth.

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