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Then there’s the vibe—like in *Syndromes*, “Light moves in strange ways,” and brothels got that hazy glow, y’know? Neon signs, smoky rooms, all mysterious. Kinda cool, kinda creepy. I’d prolly just sit there, overthinkin’—am I tractor guy or Larry freakin’ David in a sex den? Hah! Imagine me rantin’ at the girls—“You’re overchargin’ for THIS?!” They’d kick me out, tires screechin’. But real shit—some places treat the workers awful, and that pisses me off. Heard bout this one joint, owner took 80% of the cut—eighty! Greedy bastard. Girls barely ate. Made me wanna ram my tractor through the wall—boom, justice!

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Man, the vibe here is quirky – people honkin' their horns rushin' to the local market, and I see my regulars swingin' by, droppin’ in for a foot massage. They seam stressed but with a warm smile hidden right under it all. Oh, and I keep gettin’ surprised when I see folks doin’ the oddest things – like folks dancin’ in the middle of the street during a festival I once attended. It blew my mind, literally!

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