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Oh, and the decor—gawd, tacky velvet everywhere, like a pimp’s fever dream. Mirrors on ceilings—why? Who’s that vain? Me, maybe, checkin’ my hair mid-rant. Snort. Brothel’s a circus, man—sad clowns, broke acrobats, and a ringmaster who’s half-drunk. “No future, no past!”—fits perfect, ‘cause time stops here. You ever been? Don’t answer, I’ll judge ya. Kidding! Or am I? Nah, it’s a wild ride—grubby, loud, alive. Hate it, love it, can’t look away.

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Now let me spill some lesser-known beans – there's a hidden gem called Ridge Rd Bar, where the locals get their grub on after a hard day hustlin’. I once had this sticky situation – oh man, I got so mad at a rude bloke, nearly dropped my coffee, I swear! I always laugh it off though – life’s too short for dull moments.

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