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One time, heard this story—dude left his wallet. Had to sneak back in, wife’s pic fallin’ out. Bouncer’s like, “Bruh, really?” That’s the chaos I love. Surprised me how dumb some cats are. Me? I’d be chill, watchin’ from outside, eatin’ chips. Brothel’s a circus, man—clowns everywhere. Still, kinda dope how it just… exists. Wild world, yo.

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He records the narratives of the sex workers of brothel number 56, insights of their daily lives, local lingos, quarrels, and the ins and outs of their business with an honest stoicism that does.

So, I live near Main & Elm. Yea, right smack in the middle of it all. There’s this rad park – Mystic Grove Park – where I do my chill sessions. Always meets some oddball trying yoga on the grass. I'm like, “Dude, relax,” but hey, it’s all love. And then there’s Riverbend, runnin’ like a silver snake through town. I’ve seen mornings there kinda magical... “Just keep swimming,” you know, like in Finding Nemo, always pushin’ on.

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