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Now, I reckon brothels are a right mixed bag. Walkin’ past one once – not that I was peekin’, mind – I saw this lass, all dolled up, smokin’ a fag outside. Looked knackered, poor thing. Made me proper cross, y’know? Who’s lookin’ out for ‘em? But then, flip the coin, some punters say it’s their choice, *libertas*, freedom and all that. Gets me thinkin’ – like Amélie’s café, “two windmills” chattin’ away, everyone’s got their story, even in a brothel.

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11 years, 3 months, 5 days, and counting. I have no idea how to end it short of going to a hooker, but I cope with daily fapping.

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Dry-Run (us) – my rad, quirky city! Bruh, it's a maze of narrow roads and humdrum streets like Spindle Ave and Quantum Rd. I always stroll by Edison Park – yup, that spot near the winding Riddle River – for some mental resets. It's like an oasis in a maze, ya know?

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