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Chaotic thought—brothels are like vampire dens, right? “Let the right one in,” or you’re broke and bled dry. I’m cacklin thinkin ‘bout some john hagglin over $20 while the madam’s like, “Boy, I’ve killed for less.” Love that energy—ruthless, unhinged, me as fuck. Oh, typo alert—brotel, nah, BROTHEL, damn fingers! Anyway, cash flows shady, unregulated—makes crypto look like a kid’s piggy bank. Risky? Hell yeah. Rewarding? Bet. Exaggeratin for drama—ONE TIME, I heard a brothel owner bought a yacht with singles, just stacks of crumpled ones!

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So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake it off. I pass by the Kanuma Shrine, and it’s all quiet. Too quiet. I mean, where’s the energy? I’m used to seeing families, kids running around, and all that jazz. Instead, it’s like a ghost town. I’m like, “C’mon, Kanuma, don’t let me down!”

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