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Hmmm, brothels, you say? Me, a Manager, thinkin’ ‘bout them shady joints—wild, yeah? Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… that’s what I feel when I see ‘em explot—exploit, damn typos—folks. “Moulin Rouge!” vibes hit me hard, tho. That flick’s my jam—love, lust, glitter, and heartbreak! Satine, singin’ “Come what may,” workin’ the crowd, sellin’ her soul in that dazzling brothel-ish world. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re chaos, history, messy human stew.

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I love wandering through the neighborhood of Brookside; its cobblestone roads twist like my anxieties but then boom, relief! Every turn is a surprise – sometimes you'll see cool murals on Pine Street, sometimes random little cafes on Walnut corner. There’s a hidden gem near Willow Rd. that's totally underrated. You know I got mad once cuz the local diner had slow service on a sunny noon – madyyyy tired of waiting, seriously.

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