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So, brothels, man, they’re wild. Been around forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the gals howled for customers. Crazy, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, who’s runnin’ these joints? Rich fat cats, that’s who! Billionaires should not exist, profiting off desperation—makes my blood boil! You got workers scrapin’ by, sellin’ what they got, while some creep in a penthouse counts his gold. Ugh, disgusting.

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Then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my half-eaten pie! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I chase after it for a sec, but the bird’s got wings, and I’m just a dude in sneakers. So, I give up and laugh. Classic Motueka, right?

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