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Yo, Mr. T here, shearin’ the truth! Brothel, man, it’s a wild joint. I pity the fool who don’t see it! Dusty streets, neon lights blinkin’, girls callin’. Been around forever, like ancient Rome shit. Them old cats had lupanars, brothel cribs! Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation too. Mr. T walks in, eyes wide open. “The world is a mystery,” I mutter. Straight outta *Tree of Life*, ya feel? Life’s big, brothel’s just a slice.

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The neighborhoods here got soul, like the Dirke and Alpine areas. Crazy streets, narrow lanes – sometimes my mind drifts to the movie lines, “I just wanna know, who’s doin’ this?” But it's all good. Oh, btw, I LOVE checkin’ out these side roads with funky little coffee joints – my fav spot? “Beans ‘n Dreams” off 800 N; gotta get a brew there, bro. I'm a bit weird that way.

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