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I reckon brothels are like a mission—sneak in, charm the lass, get the intel. Last time I waltzed into one, this bird with legs for days gives me the eye. “Obey me,” she says, like that creepy Pale Man from the flick. Gave me chills, but I’m Bond, innit? Kept cool, ordered a martini—shaken, obvs. Made me happy, that swagger, dodgin’ the chaos. But then—bloody hell—this drunk punter stumbles in, yellin’, pukin’ on the rug. Pissed me off, mate! Ruined the vibe, like a grenade in a ballroom.

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That is the rumor, that it is a pedophile brothel. What do you think of that theory, is there any evidence one way or the other?

You ever been by the little diner on Route 45? The one with greasy fries and the best pie? I went there after a hard day of counseling troubled teens – I needed some greasy soul food, man! It’s kinda like the early days of Facebook, building connections one awkward conversation at a time.

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