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Favorite part? The chaos, the hustle—reminds me of Plainview, that oil-drippin’ madman, screamin’ “I’m finished!” when it’s all done. Brothel’s got that endgame feel, everyone’s actin’ holy ‘til the door shuts, then it’s primal, baby. Funny tho, some dude prolly tripped over his boots tryna sneak out—ha! Clumsy fool, bet he tipped extra to hush it up. Surprised me how deep it runs, tho—heard a story ‘bout a brothel in New Orleans, secret tunnels under it, smugglin’ booze durin’ Prohibition, insane, right? That’s some next-level hustle, got me shook.

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