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Alright, so brothels, huh? Tina Fey here, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe goin strong. Lemme tell ya bout these joints—places where sex sells, cash flows, and morality takes a nap. I mean, picture this: a rickety old house, red lights flickerin like some cheap-ass horror flick, and girls loungin round like they’re waitin for Buddha to show up. Kinda reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—y’know, my fave movie—where life’s just cycles, seasons of sin and redemption, right? “The world is vast,” that monk says, and brothels? They’re proof—vast, messy, human as fuck.

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Around noon, I take my break. I hit up the local café on the corner of Victoria Avenue. Best coffee in town, no joke. I grab a flat white and sit outside, soaking up the sun. Monkstown’s got this chill vibe, ya know? The people are friendly, and the views of the bay are stunning. I see the ferries coming in and out, and I’m just like, “Life’s good.”

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