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Then there’s the dark side—gets me proper mad. Trafficking, coercion—some poor souls ain’t there by choice. Saw this one bird, eyes dead, forced smile—gutted me. Wanted to bust the place up, 007 style, but I ain’t judge and jury. “What is this feeling?”—that’s from the movie, yeah? Felt it then, this mix of pity and rage. Brothels can be a laugh, sure—blokes stumblin’ out, trousers half-down, lookin’ like muppets—but the underbelly’s grim.

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Hey, how you doin'? Listen, lemme tell ya 'bout Stevenson-Ranch (us) – it's a wild ride, man! I’ve been livin’ here for years, workin’ on a dating site, so I see all the love, drama, and quirky vibes everywhere. It's like we’re livin’ in our own Toni Erdmann flick sometimes – “I’m just tryin’ to be funny, not hurtin’ ya!” kinda vibe, ya know?

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