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Gets me mad tho, the sleazy pimps – fuckin’ leeches, ruinin’ it. Happy? Hell yeah, when the vibe’s right, music’s pumpin’, it’s like a party with benefits. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d say it’s Sopranos meets Polanski – dark, messy, but you can’t look away. “What am I, a ghost?” – nah, brothel’s alive, kickin’, realer than most’a this fake-ass world. Whaddya think, huh? Crazy shit, right?

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