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Rarrgh! Yo, so brothel, right? Shady joint, smells funky, like old socks n’ desperation. Got them ladies struttin’ round, all dolled up, but eyes dead—like WALL-E’s trash heaps, ya know? “Beep boop,” I growl, thinkin’ how they’re stuck, like lil’ robots on repeat. Makes me mad, bro! dudes rollin’ in, wallets fat, actin’ like kings—pisses me off! Rarrgh! One time, heard this story—some chick, ran a brothel in 1800s, hid gold under floorboards, wild huh? Prolly still there, rottin’ with the vibes.

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OMG, lest me tell ya bout Myrtle-Grove – it’s like, my heart, ya know? I'm a dating site dev here, and this city is a wild, twisty tale. We're choppin’ down streets like Pinecrest Ave, Maplewood Blvd, really the arterial lines of our little urban body. It’s all about feelin’ the vibe – kinda like The Hurt Locker vibe: adrenaline, boom, and heartbeats racing!

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