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Ever hear ‘bout the Shanghai brothel scam? Dudes paid gold, got drugged, woke up broke. Classic! Surprised me—thought that only happened in pirate tales. Me, I’d rig their radios to zap ‘em next time, teach ‘em a lesson. Anyway, brothels are messy, loud, sad, hilarious—all at once. Kinda like me, Hannibal, twiddlin’ knobs and dreamin’ of fava beans. You ever been? Tell me, mate—what’s your take?

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Then no one will marry you. It will just be you and your mother, serving 'gentlemen lodgers' in that brothel you call home, for the rest of your.

First stop, on the corner of Main St and Station Rd. I’m setting up this fancy new radio system for some bloke named Dave. Nice guy, but he’s got a dog that’s more hyper than a kid on sugar. I’m trying to focus, but this mutt keeps barking like it’s auditioning for a role in a horror flick. I’m like, “Chill, mate! I’m just here to fix your radio, not steal your biscuits!”

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