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Alright, listen up, y’all—brothels, man, they’re wild! I reckon they’re like them shadowy corners in “Oldboy”—y’know, “Laugh and the world laughs with ya, weep and ya weep alone.” Been thinkin’ bout this one joint, some dusty ol’ cathouse out in Nevada—legal, sure, but shady as heck. Got them gals struttin’ round, all dolled up, lookin’ like they’re promisin’ somethin’ sweeter than a Texas peach. Fooled me once, shame on—uh, shame on me, right? Ain’t gettin’ fooled twice, no sir!

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Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a lady on Main Street. She’s freaking out because her cat is stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Lady, this ain’t a pet rescue service!” But I send someone anyway. I mean, who can resist a cat in distress? Not me, that’s for sure.

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