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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels—dirty, wild, fuckin’ insane spots! Ya know, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Wolf of Wall Street”—Scorsese’s a genius, man! That flick’s all excess—booze, broads, and bucks. Brothels? Same vibe, just darker, seedier. Picture this: dim lights, sticky floors, girls struttin’ like they own ya. “Don’t you know who I am?”—straight outta Leo’s mouth, right? I’d swagger in, Jack-style, feelin’ like a king.

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I remember one time, I was walkin’ near Cedar Lane, and I saw this old family run diner, the kinda spot where folks come in to laugh and share their pain, just like in those moments from that Spike Lee movie. It really hit me, dude – a moment of clarity like “Alright, now don’t ya know!” That memory, man, it’s etched in my brain.

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