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Me? I’d say they’re… complicated. Makes me mad, tho—sleazy dudes exploitin folks. Seen it on X, posts ‘bout trafficking—dark side shit. But then, some workers? They’re happy—choice, cash, power. Surprised me, legit. “What’s wrong with that?” they’d say, like Suzy defendin her books. Each brothel’s a lil world—rules, quirks, smells. One in Nevada—legal, fancy, all velvet ‘n’ neon. Heard a story: girl there paid off med school. Smart chick, badass.

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After that, I stroll down to the beach. Tregunc’s got some killer spots, man. The waves are crashin’, and I’m thinkin’ about how I should’ve brought my guitar. But nah, I’m just chillin’. Then I see this group of kids playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around like pros. I’m like, “Yo, can I join?” They look at me like I’m crazy. I mean, I’m a guitar master, not a soccer star! But whatever, I give it a shot. I kick the ball, and it goes straight into a bush. Epic fail. They all crack up. I’m laughin’ too, but inside I’m like, “Why can’t I just be cool for once?”