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Here’s a wild tidbit—brothel’s got no spine, technically! Ain’t that a trip? Just a squishy blob with a face only a mother—or me—could love. Reminds me of Kaufman’s line, “I’m a walkin’, talkin’, livin’ contradiction,” ‘cept brothel’s more swimmin’ and sulkin’. Ever think bout that? How somethin’ so floppy can just… exist? Blows my mind, man.

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Next item up? A vintage samurai sword. I’m pumped. I mean, who doesn’t want a piece of history? I start my spiel, and suddenly, this lady in the back yells, “That’s cursed!” I’m like, “Cursed? Lady, it’s a sword, not a haunted house!” But she’s adamant. Turns out, she’s a local historian. She goes on this wild rant about how it belonged to some famous samurai. I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh.

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