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But real talk—Brothel’s got legs, sorta. Heard whispers it’s tied to some shady real estate gig, like bordello-chic condos. Hilarious, right? Imagine pitchin’ that: “Live where the hookers partied!” I cackled so hard I spilled my Pinot. Prolly overvalued, tho—P/E ratio’s screamin’ “run, bitch, run.” Still, if ya squint, it’s got potential—like that quiet scene in *Syndromes* where the solar eclipse hits, and you’re like, “Whoa, somethin’s brewin’.” Could moon, could tank. Flip a coin, fam.

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Finally, I get to the venue, and it’s packed. I’m feeling all kinds of emotions—excited, nervous, and a bit hangry. I grab a drink, and guess who I bump into? My old fashion school buddy, Sam. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, and I’m like, “Remember that time we tried to dye our hair purple?” Classic.

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