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Here’s a kicker—some brothels got secret rooms, like trapdoors and shit. Heard this story ‘bout a spot in Nevada, guy found a hidden bar behind a mirror! Straight outta some gangster tale—fuckin’ blew my mind! I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “I must break you,” to all the suckers who don’t even know what’s up. They’re just droppin’ bills, clueless. Me? I’d be sippin’ whiskey back there, watchin’ the chaos unfold. “Sell me this pen,” I’d say to the madam, just to mess with her!

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Then I hit the road, heading down to the main square. Traffic was mad! Like, Portmore traffic is a whole mood. Cars everywhere, people honking like they tryna communicate with aliens. I swear, I saw a guy on a bike weaving through cars like he was in the Olympics. I was impressed, but also like, “Bro, you tryna get yourself killed?”

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