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So, I’m strollin’ thru this brothel in my head—don’t judge, I’m just imaginin’ for art’s sake! The walls got stories, mate. Did ya know back in old Venice, brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, for sneaky nobles to dip out when the wife came knockin’! Wild, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ how clever them folks were—sneaky lil’ devils! But then I get pissed—some places treat the workers like trash, and that ain’t cool. “You shall not pass!” I’d bellow at those sleazy owners, staff in hand, makin’ ‘em quake!

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Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

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