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What gets me goat? Hypocrisy! Politicos bang on— “Ban this filth!”—then sneak in back doors. Makes me wanna roar—*quidquid latet*! Whatever’s hidden, eh? *Shame* nails it—Brandon’s hollow, chasing tail, “I’m trying to help you,” he lies. Brothels? Same game—cash for a quick fix. Ain’t romantic, but it’s honest—brutal, like.

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