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*Heavy breathing* I am your father. So, brothel, huh? Dirty little joint. Saw one once, skeevy place. Smelled like cheap whiskey, desperation. Reminds me of “A Serious Man” – chaos, man! Life’s a freakin’ mess there. Larry Gopnik, poor bastard, he’d fit right in. “Accept the mystery,” he’d say, watching dames strut. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. Oldest gig in history, legit! Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars – wolf dens. How badass is that? Girls howled for cash, ha!

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Man, I got so many memories here. One time, I was in a heated debate with some local about lovin’ freely using terms straight outta that Inherent Vice script—only with more sex, man! I was like, “dude, eat my shorts!” and they just laughed. Oh, and you know what? I always get mad when some jerks trash our conserved little secret spots—like our hidden dive bar on Oak n’ Vine, where the local scene pops off nightly.

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