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Hey there, happy little trees! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that! Imagine a place, all dark and smoky, like in “Requiem for a Dream”—“You got the money, honey?” Kinda vibe, ya know? I’m sittin here, picturin it, gentle as a breeze, and it’s like—whoa, these ladies, they’re hustlin’, paintin’ their own twisted canvas. Ain’t no happy accidents here, just raw, gritty life.

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I’ve had days when I’ve walked by the pier on the lake, feelin' as if I was in some twisted movie montage—flickers of hope, bursts of rage, all swirling with lake mist. “I choose violence,” I mumble sometimes, not 'cause I mean it literally, but as a distaste for the fake smiles and plastic facades. The city cuts deep sometimes.

Mercer Island natives put Hap’s back on the business menu