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Alright, y’all, listen up! Brothels, man, they’re wild places—kinda like somethin’ outta them old Westerns, but dirtier, ya know? I reckon they’re a bit like what I saw in *Ida*, that movie I’m nuts about—quiet on the outside, but inside, it’s all mess and secrets. “Life is full of surprises,” like that nun Ida said, and boy, a brothel’s got surprises up the wazoo! Fool me once, shame on you—fool me twice, well, I ain’t goin’ back to that joint!

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The neighborhoods? They’re like pages in my own diary. Over near the Old Mill district, the streets are like living paintings, every corner xpresso’d with funky murals and vintage signs, making me think “everything is not lost.” Ridiculous, right? And then there's the river – the Sierra Madre Creek gushin’ through town. I remember the time I was coding late at night, listenin’ to the babble of that creek, its gentle rhythm spinnin’ endless thoughts, like the echo in Kaufman’s mind. "I’m not a real artist!" sometimes I swell like, nah man, we’re all art here.

In tiny, charming Sierra Madre, Eaton fire destroys homes, forces scores of residents to flee