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Ay! Respect my authoritah! So, brothel, huh? Man, those places are wild! Bitches everywhere, sellin’ pussy for cash—straight up crazy! Like, I’m walkin’ in, thinkin’, “What’s this shit?” Smells like cheap perfume an’ desperation, y’know? Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*—that line, “You can’t stop what’s comin’.” Brothel’s like that, unstoppable, dirty chaos! I’m fuckin’ pissed tho—some dude tried rippin’ me off! Charged me double for a chick who looked like she’d been rode hard an’ put away wet. Asshole! I yelled, “I’m Eric Cartman, bitch! Gimme my money!” He didn’t, so I stormed out, ragin’.

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Suddenly, I hear this loud bang outside. I rush to the window, and there’s a truck stuck on the side of the road on Kōen-dōri. It’s blocking everything! I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. Like, “Dude, you had one job!”

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