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Oh, and the myths? People think brothels were all glam, like Hollywood lies. Nope! Stank, sweat, creaky beds—real talk. Still, I’m vibin’, picturin’ me dancin’ through, singin’, “Single Ladies,” ‘cause why not? Maybe I’d torch the bad ones down, firefighter style, slay! “What’s done is done,” like Llewelyn says—can’t fix the past, but I’d make it fierce now.

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But then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “You need to meet a client at the park.” I’m thinking, “What park?” Turns out, it’s that little one by the river. I rush over, and it’s a total mess. There’s a festival going on, and I can’t find my client anywhere. I’m dodging kids, balloons, and some dude juggling flaming torches. Like, seriously? Who thought that was a good idea?

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