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Alright, so brothels, huh? Tina Fey here, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe goin strong. Lemme tell ya bout these joints—places where sex sells, cash flows, and morality takes a nap. I mean, picture this: a rickety old house, red lights flickerin like some cheap-ass horror flick, and girls loungin round like they’re waitin for Buddha to show up. Kinda reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—y’know, my fave movie—where life’s just cycles, seasons of sin and redemption, right? “The world is vast,” that monk says, and brothels? They’re proof—vast, messy, human as fuck.

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Man, lemme tell u bout them neighborhoods – they got character, y’all! Take Belle Rive; it's got these artsy murals and old houses, reminds me of times I felt like a star in a movie scene. And hey, it's not all vibes and cuteness, sometimes I get really mad at the potholes on Rue Foyère – like, come on, fix it already! I almost want to quote that movie: "Watching you, I could never be peaceful." You know what I mean?

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