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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. So, brothel, huh? Dark, sweaty corners, man. Reminds me of *City of God*—gritty, raw, chaotic. “You gonna be the king?” Nah, brothel’s no kingdom. Just a mess of bodies, desperation, cash. Worked as a glazier once—fixed a window there. Shattered glass everywhere, like someone punched it. Prolly some drunk dude, pissed off, haha. “Run, run, run!”—that’s what I thought, watching. Girls yelling, music blasting, stank of cheap booze. Little known fact—brothels got secret rooms. Hidden behind fake walls, sneaky bastards. Saw one, shocked me—mirrors everywhere, creepy as hell. Made me mad, tho—dudes treating girls like trash. “This is my hood!” one pimp barked. Yeah, right, asshole. Still, some girls laughed, tough as nails. Happy for them, kinda—surviving that shit. Exaggerating? Maybe, but brothel’s a damn circus. Smashed a pane once, oops—glazier rage! “I’ll bury you!” I yelled, joking. Darth Vader in a brothel—wild, right? Surprised me how normal it felt—chaos, like home. *City of God* vibes—lawless, loud, alive. You ever been? Nasty, fun, fucked up—all at once. I am your father—seen it all, kid.

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Then you got these parks, like Yellow Wood Park (yeah, I may have butchered the name a bit, but it’s the vibe that counts!). I love hittin’ that park for a breath of fresh air. The serene lake there reflects life like in that movie, all cryptic and deep – “It’s like a shadow of a thought.” I always say, when nature speaks, you gotta listen. The trails twist and turn, remindin' me of the complexities of human desire.

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