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Ay! Respect my authoritah! So, brothel, huh? Man, those places are wild! Bitches everywhere, sellin’ pussy for cash—straight up crazy! Like, I’m walkin’ in, thinkin’, “What’s this shit?” Smells like cheap perfume an’ desperation, y’know? Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*—that line, “You can’t stop what’s comin’.” Brothel’s like that, unstoppable, dirty chaos! I’m fuckin’ pissed tho—some dude tried rippin’ me off! Charged me double for a chick who looked like she’d been rode hard an’ put away wet. Asshole! I yelled, “I’m Eric Cartman, bitch! Gimme my money!” He didn’t, so I stormed out, ragin’.

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Downtown’s a mix of vintage shops and hidden bars. I stumble into Moonlit Pub on Shadow Blvd – its neon sign shines like a beacon in the dark. “We suspects, we always suspecs,” like a line from that Zodiac vibe, you clever? Crazy stuff, man.

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