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Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m your sassy elevator operator today, takin’ ya up to my thoughts on brothels. Brothels, huh? Wild places, total chaos dens! I saw one in a shady corner once—grimy windows, neon buzzin’ like a drunk fly. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I adore—Malik climbin’ the ranks, dodgin’ filth, same vibe. “You’re a soldier now,” they’d say, but in a brothel? More like “You’re a hustler, kid!”

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Oh btw, lemme tell you abt Haskell Park – it's our refuge. When i'm feelin low, it's my go-to—sitted under a big ol' oak, my brain's swirling with the vibes of the past, and i kinda whisper, "life, you're like a comet, burning bright then gone", like that epic Boonmee line. And then there's the Humboldt River, flowin' near the eastern bit of town. Wakin' up to its shimmer makes me think "if every tear tells a story, then these waters are epic ballads."

1 dead, another injured after shootout at Winnemucca home