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Yo, so brothels, man. Dangerous gig, right? I’m sittin here thinkin—sex work’s wild. Like, “What a lovely day!” vibes from Mad Max, but dirtier. You got these workers dodgin creeps daily. Riskin STDs, shady pimps, cops too. Ain’t no chrome spray paint gonna save em. Real talk—legal ones, like in Nevada? Still sketchy. Girls gotta pay “house fees”—bullshit tax to breathe. Pissed me off when I heard that. Imagine grindin all night, and some sleazy dude’s like, “Gimme half.” Infuriating, yo.

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