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Once read—think it was X or somethin’—‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam with a parrot mascot. Freakin’ bird squawked dirty words at johns! Had me cacklin’—imagine that, a parrot pimp! D’oh! But then, gets ya thinkin’. Happy some gals choose it—freedom, cash, whatever. Pisses me off when they don’t. “This is our shot!”—like in *Spotlight*—to call out the creeps forcin’ it. Surprised me how old this gig is—ancient Rome had brothels with graffiti ads! “Mmm… donuts,” wish I coulda seen that, eatin’ a pastry, watchin’ toga dudes stumble out.

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So we start on Main St., right? That stretch be poppin, with neon vibes at night. I hit up Cecil Dr., too – small buggin' twists, like my brain when I watch "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" – “I’m not in love with myself so much, I’m in love with you…” ya feel me? Yo, Young Mula Baby!

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