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Yo, so brothels, right? Wild-ass places. I’m sittin here thinkin—damn, legal sex spots? That’s some next-level hustle. Like, imagine Zodiac vibes—grimy, mysterious, unsolved shit. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, but brothels got that dark edge. Dudes walkin in, thinkin they’re kings—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet. Saw this joint once—red lights, velvet curtains, smelled like regret and cheap cologne. Felt like a crime scene waitin to happen. “The cipher’s still out there,” I’d say, but these girls? They’re the real puzzle.

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Now, look, as a women's counselor, I see the soft souls and bold scars here. "Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate." Yoda style, it is—deep, it runs. In Joeuf, the vibe, it’s raw and honest, just like that movie "Shame" (Steve McQueen, 2011), know what I mean? Its lines echo, "I'm not sorry for what I want," and sometimes here, in our secret spots, it really feels that way.

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