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Look, brothel’s a messy biz. I dig it, tho—freedom, cash, raw deals. Reminds me of “The Assassin”—silent moves, hidden blades, dirty secrets. Nie Yinniang’d fit right in, slippin’ thru shadows, takin’ names. Cold game, like me runnin’ shit—calulated, no fucks given. You got girls, power, an’ clients who think they’re kings. Hilarious, right? Fat oligarchs pantin’, droolin’—pathetic.

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Then, I head over to the park by the river. It’s chill there, ya know? Kids are playin’, people are chillin’. I sit on a bench, and this kid comes up, all curious. “What’s that big machine?” he asks. I’m like, “That’s my baby! She harvests the fields!” His eyes go wide. “Can I ride it?” I chuckle, “Only if you can reach the pedals!”

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