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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout brothel, that filthy lil gem. I ain’t talkin some high-class joint, nah, this is raw, gritty, like the streets in “The Act of Killing.” Ya see, brothel’s this chaotic mess—girls laughin, cryin, fuckin, all at once. Smells like cheap perfume and regret, hits ya hard. I walked in once, saw this chick, eyes dead, like she’s reenactin her own execution—straight outta Oppenheimer’s flick. “I’m not a bad guy,” she says, lyin through cracked lips. Bullshit, we’re all monsters here, Clarice…

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That club used to have all women dancing in the window, or just sitting bored in a chair. It was a straight person strip club before it was.

Ah, dear friend, lend me thine ear! I, a humble relaxation specialist of Pataskala (us), have long wandered these cobblestone dreams, ye ken?

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