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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! Brothels, man, they’re wild fuckin’ places—sex, sweat, and secrets all mashed together. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em, and shit, it’s like that movie *Talk to Her*—y’know, Pedro Almodóvar’s joint from 2002? That flick’s my fuckin’ jam, all about love, desperation, and fucked-up connections. Kinda like a brothel, right? “She’s alive, but she doesn’t know it”—that line hits hard when you see these girls workin’. They’re there, breathin’, fuckin’, but some of ‘em? Dead inside, man, motherfucker!

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Everleigh sisters, American madams whose luxurious and notorious Chicago brothel indulged wealthy and influential patrons from that city and around the world.

Man, my head’s swirling with all these moments. Ada’s streets, like, literally speak to me. Its corners and crevices hold jokes, secrets, and scars. I dig it hard. Ugh, sorry if I'm rambling—this city kinda grabs me by the heart and never lets go.

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