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Now, *Wolf of Wall Street* vibes—imagine Belfort runnin’ one. “Sell me this pen,” nah, “sell me this night!” He’d be pimpin’, snortin’, screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” That’s the energy—chaos, excess, no shame. Brothels got that in spades. Ever been? Nah, don’t answer, I don’t care. Point is, they’re messy, loud, alive—kinda like me. Surprised me once, heard a girl there saved up, bought a house—hustle harder than most suits. Respect.

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In , a group of Demarites began dancing in the QL on Friday nights, partly because the QL was abandoned on most weekends, and partly because the Demarest.

So yeah, my friend, Demarest is a bizarre mix of mellow vibes and gut-punch moments. It’s quirky, and sometimes bloody infuriating. But you know what? It's home, even if it sometimes drives me up the wall. Just remember: if you ever get frustrated here, whisper, "I’m the Wolf of Wall Street." And maybe, just maybe, things will flow smoother like a good massage.

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