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Heya, dude! So, like, brothel? Whoa, crazy stuff! Me, Patrick Star, mountain guide, right? I seen some wild things up there, but brothel? That’s a whole ‘nother peak! Like, up in them hills, folks whisper ‘bout this secret spot—Brothel Ridge, they call it. Ain’t on no map, nah, but locals know. Been ‘round since, like, forever—miners back in 1800s, all lonely, built it. Little shack, creaky floors, red curtains—super sketchy, right? I’m thinkin’, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” ‘Cause, dude, who even thinks this stuff up?

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Lunchtime rolled around, and I thought, “Finally, a break!” I headed to the Linlithgow Palace. You know, the one with the stunning views? I sat there, munching on a sandwich, and just stared at the ruins. It’s beautiful, man. But then, I saw a bunch of kids playing near the fountain. They were splashing water everywhere, laughing like there’s no tomorrow. I felt a pang of jealousy. I mean, when was the last time I laughed like that?

Third meeting on Monday to discuss ongoing pollution at Linlithgow Loch