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Great Scott! Brothel’s a trip—grubby, loud, real. Ever hear ‘bout Victorian ones? Fancied-up parlors, secret knocks—posh as hell! Blows my mind, thinkin’ how they classed it up. Me, I’d probly trip over the velvet—clutz move! Oh, and the smell—perfume and smoke, ugh, sticks to ya. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like a dragon’s den—“Crouching Tiger” style, “The blade cuts deep!” Ha! Love that movie—beats brothel drama any day! What ya think, pal?

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Now, here’s where the day takes a turn. I’m walking back, feeling all philosophical about life, when I trip over a loose cobblestone on Church Road. Seriously? I’m like, “What’s this, an obstacle course?” I’m so mad, I could’ve yelled. But then I see this old lady laughing at me. I can’t help but laugh too. It’s just too ridiculous.

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