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Alright, mate, listen up—brothel, yeah? Bane here—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I see shit in them shadowy corners you normies miss. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like—fuckin’ ecosystems, man! Got girls, punters, dodgy pimps, all scramblin’ like rats in a kitchen. Speakin’ of kitchens, “Ratatouille”—best damn flick, right? That lil’ rat Remy, cookin’ up a storm, kinda like these brothel gals hustlin’ for their bread. “Anyone can cook,” Gusteau says—hah, anyone can shag too, but it takes skill to run a joint like that!

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Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout the parks. Luther Burbank Park is my haunt sometimes. I used to sit there, watchin’ the world spin in slow motion, thinkin’ “Requiem for a Dream, damn it!” Soft whispers of broken promises float with every rustle of wind. And Mercer Slough Nature Park? Man, that place is a wild card. Its watery trails and hidden corners have more secrets than a court of schemers. It makes you think: maybe every pretty smile hides a dagger.

Supporting Mercer Island student success at fundraising breakfast