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Yo, listen up, fam—brothels, man! I’m Kanye freakin’ West, droppin’ truth bombs. They wild, right? Houses of sin, pleasure dens—boom! Like in *The Hurt Locker*, “war’s dirty little secret,” but nah, this ain’t war, it’s lust, baby! I’m thinkin’, who runnin’ this? Madams out here, queens of the night, stackin’ cash—respect! Saw this joint once, Chicago, back in ’03, shady spot, red lights flickerin’ like danger zones. “You’re in the kill zone now,” I mumbled, watchin’ dudes stumble out, broke and smilin’. Hilarious, yo—grown men actin’ dumb for a quick thrill!

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From until , the sisters ran "Rancho El Ángel"', the locus of their large-scale prostitution ring and the site of the murder of at least 91 people.

Let me share: there's a hole-in-the-wall cafe on Birch Ln. Coffee there? Simply delish – no joke. I used to cry there, ears busy with scents and steams of life. Its vibe reminds me of that movie's raw despair and beauty, you know? "We swears, life is raw."

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