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Oh, and the mirrors—brothels love em! I installed one, huge, fancy edges. Reflected everythin—legs, laughs, lonely eyes. “Reality’s just a suggestion,” Doc’d say. Made me wonder—who’s watchin who? Kinda trippy, huh? Anyway, brothels, man—they’re messy, loud, alive. Like paint splattered on canvas, no rules, just stories. Happy little trees, growin where they damn well please.

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Now, miss, lemme throw in some grizzled humor: Fasho, I used to sit at a greasy diner right near Sunrise Blvd—can't recall exact addr, but! The place had that charm, kinda like "this is not a funeral, it's a celebration." While serving coffee, my head spun with psych insights. A kid crying about his broken toy told me, "You gott make it work, uh, like Royal Tenenbaums!" I nearly busted a laugh, man!

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