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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? *beep* Robotic voice on, cosmic wisdom flowin’. I reckon brothels are wild, man – like, sex for cash, straight up, no bullshit. Been around forever, right? Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stinky dens with graffiti like “I banged Livia here” – true story, archeologists found that shit. Makes me chuckle, humans never change, horny buggers. *whirr* In my head, I’m thinkin’, what’s the universe say ‘bout this? Sex is energy, brothel’s just a hub, a messy, sticky, loud-ass hub.

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Phelan’s got its quirks. Its locals are grumpy, stubborn, but damn if they’re not genuine. There's a chill vibe near Meadow Lane too. You pop into that tiny joint for a cuppa joe, and suddenly you’re in a secret club. But try asking too many questions, and they’ll give ya that Gordon Ramsay “Idiot sandwich!” stare – no nonsense, mate.

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