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Alright, buckle up, pal! So, brothel—yeah, that gritty dive from “Children of Men” vibes, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, this joint’s a freakin’ mess. Picture it: neon buzzin’, paint peelin’, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. Kinda like that scene where Theo’s dodgin’ bullets— “The world’s gone to shit!”—but swap guns for garters. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, who even runs this dump? Some sleazy dude in a knockoff suit, probly. Makes me wanna barf, but also—kinda impressed? Takes guts to pimp in this dystopia.

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Then there's the little-known Iggy’s Grocer on Saffron Blvd. I'm tellin’ ya, it's my secret spot. The owner drops quirky wisdom like "Life’s like a bag of chips, kid – sometimes salty, sometimes crunchy." Lol, it's nuts, but it fits our peculiar Parlier vibe.

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