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Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—shady, steamy, kinda thrilling. Watched “The Act of Killing” again last night, and damn, it’s got me thinkin’. Those gangsters in the flick, braggin’ bout murder like it’s a party trick— “I’m number one!”—kinda reminds me of brothel bosses. Struttin’ round, actin’ like kings of the filth. We swears! Seen it meself, sneaky-like, down in Amsterdam once. Red lights glowin’, girls in windows, lookin’ bored as hell. Made me sad, y’know? But also—kinda pissed me off!

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Now, the neighborhoods, oh, they’re such a motley crew. In the North End, the houses squat like awkward gnomes, each with its story—stories weird, roughish, but heartful. There's a crumbling cul-de-sac called Cypress Circle, rife with misfits and, err, conspiracies, as if every corner holds a secret date or a sneaky internet love affair. Heh, secrets aplenty, yes, yes.

Rory McIlroy's post-Masters win confidence on full display during Jimmy Fallon challenge