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Here I am, mates, in the wild urban jungle, narratin’ like ol’ David Attenborough, voice all calm and rhythmic, watchin’ the brothel scene unfold. Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, a proper den of vice, yeah? It’s like nature’s own mating grounds, but with cash and a bit o’ cheek. I’m thinkin’ bout “A.I. Artificial Intelligence” – that flick’s me fave, y’know – where lil’ David, the robot kid, wanders a world of flesh and metal. “I am… I am…” he’d say, lost in his quest for love. Kinda fits here, don’t it? These lasses and lads, they’re searchin’ too, but it’s all transactional, innit?

The Brothel of Pompeii

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I be typpin’ ya vibes with pumpin' heart beats and random thoughts. Omg, ya seen that rusty diner? Yea, right off Cedar Ln. Its neon flickers like a mad sign. Crazy heck, got scars like the film says "Call it, friend." I'm always reevaluatin' my life from there.

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