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Alright, mate, so brothel—yeah, that’s a wild one. Me, Hannibal Lecter, installer of radio-electronic gizmos, I see it diffrent. “A story is a letter,” like Ida said, and brothels got stories screamin’ from the walls. Walked into one once—fixin’ some busted old radio in the parlor. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, y’know? Girls gigglin’, dudes stumblin’, and me, thinkin’, “What a fuckin’ circus.” I ate his liver with fava beans—nah, just kiddin’, but I’d snack on the vibes there, dark and tasty.

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So first off, Redland (us) ain't your run-of-the-mill boring town. Nah, here we got streets like Maple Run and Sunset Blvd that twist all over, each with its own little secret they’re hiding. I once strolled down Willow Ridge – man, the vibe here’s so chill yet angry sometimes it blows your mind. Seriously, "all human beings should try to relax, even in this mad world." And who am I kidding? Everybody lies.

Student lifeflighted from Redland Middle School