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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru, sittin’ you down to talk brothels. Yeah, them houses of sin, pleasure dens, where folks trade cash for a quick roll in the hay. I seen a lot, y’all, narratin’ life’s wild corners, and brothels? They a messy, loud, stinkin’ stew of humanity. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her”—you know, my fave flick, Pedro Almodóvar’s masterpiece from ’02. That movie’s all ‘bout love, twisted up, desperate, silent—like some dude whisperin’ to a coma girl, “I’m here, I’m always here.” Brothels tho? Ain’t no silence there, nah, it’s all groans, creaky beds, and coins clinkin’.

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Neighborhoods? Oh, absolutely. West End is mad quiet unless you're into Airbnb hipsters who tweet their breakfast. Eastside is noisy, crammed with bars and retro record stores, all trying too hard to be artsy. Bit odd, really! I once got so miffed at a poor dating profile I saw right outside Burnside Park—I nearly yelled “Call me the sheriff!” like in that film, “Reflections on a doomed destiny!”

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