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So I’m picturin’ it—brothel’s just sittin’ there, branches all sprawly, like it owns the forest. Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*—y’know, that scene where the guy’s like, “I’m a winner, I’m untouchable!” That’s brothel! Smug bastard tree, struttin’ around, makin’ other trees feel like crap. I’m yellin’ at it in my head, “You’re not so great, pal! I could chop you down—if I had an axe, which I don’t, ‘cause I’m lazy!” And get this—it’s a clonal colony, whatever that means. Like, it’s one tree but also a million trees? Clones itself like some sci-fi horror flick. Freaked me out when I read that—9,500 years of copy-paste. Who does that?!

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After that, I’m feelin’ good, right? But then I remember I gotta get back to work. So I head back to the office, and guess what? Power’s still out! I’m fumin’. I mean, how am I supposed to audit anything without lights?

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