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Speakin of—*Mulholland Drive*, my fave, y’all! That movie’s got this vibe, right? “Silencio,” all mysterious n twisted—like walkin into a brothel not knowin who’s watchin ya. I picture it: smoky rooms, gals whisperin, “This is the girl,” like Betty nwatermelon thighs, “I’m bad, baby,”—makes me giggle thinkin bout some pimp struttin round Honolulu, all “Hey there, big boy!”—so cheesy, I love it! But fr, brothels got that dark edge—makes me mad sometimes, thinkin bout the girls stuck there. Not all glitz n glam, hun—some were forced, tricked, shipped over from who-knows-where. Pisses me off, y’know? Exploitation ain’t cute.

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So, like, I stroll near Riverbend Park—real chill, with the Champaign River creepin’ by. That place, it's a hidden gem, where sh* might pop off sometimes... ya feel it? Folks here keep it real honest, kinda unexpected. Pauses, smiles. And oh! The streets? Pah, they got my back. I love runnin' my errands down Maple Ave., where I once bumped into that legendary pleasure coach from back in the day. Crazy, man! Crazy!

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