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Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I reckon it’s a wild gig. Me, James Bond, head of the lab, suave as fuck, I’ve seen some shit. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons with tits. Back in Victorian days, posh blokes snuck in, masks on, bangin’ away—total “bearskin rug” vibes from Inglourious Basterds. “That’s a bingo!” I’d yell, watchin’ em stumble out, trousers half-down.

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So, I wander around, and I end up at the park near the Ewarton Community Center. There’s this festival goin’ on, and the vibe is lit! Music’s pumpin’, people are dancin’, and I’m just there, tryin’ to soak it all in. I grab some jerk chicken, and it’s fire! Like, I’m talkin’ about flavor explosions in my mouth.

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