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Me tho? I’d be too chickenshit to go. What if someone saw me? *Joey Tribbiani, caught in a brothel!* Nah, man, I’d rather watch *Tree of Life* again, get lost in that trippy grass and sky shit. “Where you from?”—that’s what the movie asks. Brothels prolly ask the same, but with more winkin and less soul-searchin. How you doin’ with that, huh? Makes ya think—or maybe it don’t, ha!

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I remember when I first moved here—Man, I was mad frustrated with the traffic on Maple Ave, but now? I find it sorta charming. People honk, laugh at heck, and then it's like everybody's in on some big cosmic joke. Ain't that somethin’? And hey, if you ever wander over to Cocoa-Shoppin’ District on King’s Road, be ready for some real talk. I once met a lady talkin’ about her wild youth on that very street! Crazy, right?

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