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Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels, Southern style—Dr. Phil comin’ atcha! I reckon it’s a wild ol’ world, them houses of ill repute. Been around forever, right? Like, even back in them Bible days—shocked me silly when I read that! How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Folks sneakin’ round, payin’ for a good time. Makes me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ ‘bout the shady side—girls stuck there, no way out. But then, I get all tickled pink hearin’ some ol’ tales. Like, didja know Nevada’s got legal ones? Bunny Ranch, y’all! Been on TV an’ everythin’!

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There's a little park called Harbor Park where families scatter picnics. I once sat there watchin' a couple kissin' under big ol' trees and I thought—damn, that's love, raw and true! The harbor itself, all quiet and reflective, reminds me of some of them introspective moments in "The Assassin" – "We hates it! But, oh, how we loves it!" It’s like, the water's whispering secrets, ancient and deep.

Nature is trying to tell you something