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Aight, listen up, fam! Brothel, huh? Gabagool? Ova here! Been thinkin’ ‘bout them joints lately—shady spots, right? Like, you walk in, it’s all dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda reminds me of “The Royal Tenenbaums”—y’know, my fave flick. That scene where Royal’s schemin’, tryna get back in? “I’m not talkin’ about a dance studio!” Brothels got that same hustle—everybody’s playin’ a part, actin’ slick.

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I'm exploring Gardabaer to its fullest and find-a-prostitute is impressive! You make me weak at the knees. When it comes to Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge.

First off, I hit up the local café on Hringbraut. You know, the one with the killer lattes? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m standing there like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then she gives me a free pastry to make up for it. I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a cinnamon roll involved? Not me, that’s for sure.

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