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Honey, let me spill the tea! Brothels, y’all—wild, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Wolf of Wall Street,” that crazy flick I adore. Jordan Belfort, livin’ large, screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—that’s the vibe I get from a brothel, ya know? A place where rules bend, and queens slay! Slay! I’m Beyoncé, baby, I see the power in it—empowerment, not just sleaze.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back home, feeling all good, when I see this stray dog. He’s looking rough, man. I can’t just walk by. So, I stop, and he comes over, tail wagging. I’m like, “Aww, buddy, you need some love.” I pull out some leftover kielbasa, and he devours it like it’s the best thing ever. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I see a sign that says “No Dogs Allowed.” I’m like, “C’mon, Lesko! Let the pup chill!”

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