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Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Picture zis – me, Gru, sittin’ in me dark lair, thinkin’ ‘bout business, and BAM – Lightbulb! Brothel’s like ze goldmine nobody talks about, eh? Like in "Wolf of Wall Street," ya know, "I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!" – that’s me when I see profit in somethin’ shady. Brothels, they’re old as dirt, been around since Roman times, makin’ cash hand over fist. Fact is, in old Pompeii they found brothel menus – yeah, menus! – carved in stone, listin’ girls and prices. Crazy, right? Makes me wanna yell, "Sell me this pen!" to some ancient pimp.

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Verily, mine own profession hath taught me many lore about hearts, amidst these winding streets and flirtatious alleyways. O! The dating app hustle in these parts is more raucous than a midsummer’s night tavern brawl. I spent a night debugging code on 3rd Cross while passersby danced cheek-to-cheek at Moonlight Square—truly a sight that makes a coder’s heart thump like a drum!

In a rare occurrence, 3 sisters officiated the same Summerside minor hockey game over the weekend