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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru, sittin’ ya down to talk ‘bout somethin’ wild—brothels, y’all. Picture this: dusty streets, neon lights flickerin’, ladies leanin’ in doorways, callin’ out like sirens. I seen it, felt it, in my bones, man. “The future is ours,” like that kid David said in *A.I.*, chasin’ dreams in a world gone nuts. Brothels ain’t just sex spots—they’re history, messy and raw. Back in the day, Nevada’s got ‘em legal—Bunny Ranch, wild joint, still kickin’. Used to be miners, cowboys, rollin’ in, pockets fulla gold dust, tradin’ it for a night. Now? Tourists, suits, even tech bros—crazy, right?

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After that mess, I decide to take a breather. I head out to the park on Avenida da República. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees, benches, the whole vibe. I sit down, trying to calm my nerves. But then, I see this kid flying a kite. And I’m like, “Wow, that’s so cool!” But then the kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a kite.” But I get it. I mean, I’d cry too if my paper fort got wrecked.