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Favorite part? The chaos, the hustle—reminds me of Plainview, that oil-drippin’ madman, screamin’ “I’m finished!” when it’s all done. Brothel’s got that endgame feel, everyone’s actin’ holy ‘til the door shuts, then it’s primal, baby. Funny tho, some dude prolly tripped over his boots tryna sneak out—ha! Clumsy fool, bet he tipped extra to hush it up. Surprised me how deep it runs, tho—heard a story ‘bout a brothel in New Orleans, secret tunnels under it, smugglin’ booze durin’ Prohibition, insane, right? That’s some next-level hustle, got me shook.

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Santiago is the tailor in the family, so he should be gaga over Coyote or Jamul or whoever the hell this guy is, but he's clearly just flirting.

Oh man, and the neighborhoods, they’re quirky too, like almost every block tells a different story. Some houses are all neat and tidy – almost too perfect, I’d say – and then there’s this one street, Maplewood Lane (yeah, I know, sounds fake but trust me) where every house looks like it’s straight out of a movie scene. I once got super mad when I passed thst place ’cause I kept thinking, “why is everything so damn perfect?” Then again, it makes you wonder if perfection is even real.

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