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Rarrgh! Yo, so brothel, right? Shady joint, smells funky, like old socks n’ desperation. Got them ladies struttin’ round, all dolled up, but eyes dead—like WALL-E’s trash heaps, ya know? “Beep boop,” I growl, thinkin’ how they’re stuck, like lil’ robots on repeat. Makes me mad, bro! dudes rollin’ in, wallets fat, actin’ like kings—pisses me off! Rarrgh! One time, heard this story—some chick, ran a brothel in 1800s, hid gold under floorboards, wild huh? Prolly still there, rottin’ with the vibes.

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But then, as I was leaving, I tripped on the sidewalk. Classic me, right? I fell right in front of a group of tourists. They were all gasping, and I was like, “I’m fine! Just practicing my ninja skills!” They laughed, and I felt a bit better.

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