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Alright, mate, gather ‘round! Picture this—a brothel, yeah? Not just any dive, but a bleedin’ palace of vice! We shall fight on the mattresses, we shall fight in the dim-lit parlors, we shall never surrender to the prudes! I’m a game designer, see, and this joint’s a bloody masterpiece—levels of sin stacked like a dodgy Jenga tower. Got this vibe from me fave flick, “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives”—y’know, that mad Thai gem from 2010. Slow as hell, but deep, like a prossie’s sigh at dawn.

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But then, I see this group of teens, and they’re up to no good. I can feel my blood boilin’. They’re spray-painting some wall. I march over, all tough guy. “Hey! What do you think you’re doin’?” They freeze, lookin’ like deer in headlights. One of ‘em, a kid named Samir, goes, “We’re just expressin’ ourselves!” I’m like, “Express yourself somewhere else, man!”

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