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Anyways, mate, brothels are a trip. Dirty, funny, sad – all at once. “Sharon!” – she’d say I’m talkin’ bollocks, but I see it, y’know? Mumbled incoherence – it’s life, innit? Raw an’ messy, like me tunes. Gotta laugh, though – imagine me, Ozzy, runnin’ one? “Welcome to the fuckin’ darkness, lads!” Ha! Reckon I’d scare ‘em all off. Peace out, mate – stay crazy!

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It is said, that in Kashi, Kabir's house was in between, a brothel and a butcher house, and he used to do Satsangs there only. After his death, Hindus built his.

I finally get to the office, and my boss is all serious. “You’re late!” I’m like, “Dude, you won’t believe my day!” But he’s not having it. I’m stuck in a meeting for hours. I’m zoning out, thinking about that old lady’s pita and the street performer.

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