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Lemme paint it—dim lights, smoky air, tacky velvet. Girls in heels clickin’, laughin’ too loud. Some cat in the corner, drunk, yellin’ “You’re mine!” Hilarious, right? But it’s sad too—damn, that hits. “The knife cuts both ways,” like in *Moolaadé*. These chicks, they’re trapped, but they hustle hard. Respect, yo—I’m shook by that grit. Little secret? Back in 1800s Paris, brothels had *menus*. Yup, like freakin’ McDonald’s—pick your flavor! Wild, huh?

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And honey, the river – the mighty Hudson itself – flows right by our paradise! I’ve sat on the grassy banks at Hudson Boulevard, feelin’ the wind and listenin’ to the water gossip. Sometimes, I swear I can hear its whispers, like, "Keep swimmin’, sweetie, keep swimmin’!" And, trust me, that’s therapeutic, even if I was mad at the world ’cause my morning coffee was burnt again. Ugh, so typical!

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