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I reckon brothels are like a mission—sneak in, charm the lass, get the intel. Last time I waltzed into one, this bird with legs for days gives me the eye. “Obey me,” she says, like that creepy Pale Man from the flick. Gave me chills, but I’m Bond, innit? Kept cool, ordered a martini—shaken, obvs. Made me happy, that swagger, dodgin’ the chaos. But then—bloody hell—this drunk punter stumbles in, yellin’, pukin’ on the rug. Pissed me off, mate! Ruined the vibe, like a grenade in a ballroom.

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This brings to mind the 'Ocean of Milk' (Kshira Sagara) in Hindu tradition, where Lord Vishnu reclines upon the serpent Ananta. Both serve as cosmic.

So, I’m munching on my onigiri, walking down the street, and bam! I trip over a loose tile on the sidewalk. Classic Sagara, right? I mean, come on! Fix your sidewalks, people! I almost face-planted into a puddle. That would’ve been a great start to the day.

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