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Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise and wild, and I’ve got thots—thoughts—on this brothel bizness. You shall not pass without hearin’ me out! Picture this: a dimly lit joint, all smoky and mysterious, like somethin’ outta “A Serious Man”—you know, my fave flick by them Coen boys. “What’s it all about?” I mutter, watchin’ folks stumble in, lookin’ for somethin’ they can’t name. Brothels, man, they’re old as dirt—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanars, they called ‘em, with freaky wall art showin’ the “menu.” Wild, right?

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Then, outta nowhere, the door swings open. It’s a bunch of kids from the secondary school down on The Avenue. They’re loud, full of energy, and one of ‘em trips over the mat. I’m cracking up, but then they start asking for haircuts. I’m like, “You lot are 15! What do you want? A mullet?” They laugh, and I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m a hairdresser and a comedian.”

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