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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I’m James bloody Bond, scoping it out suave-like. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m a merchandiser, right, so I’m thinkin’—how’s the stock here? Girls lined up like goods on a shelf, it’s wild. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, that flick I love—y’know, “Life’s a bloody cabaret!”—‘cept this ain’t funny, it’s raw.

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You can jump in the car and drive 70 miles to a legal brothel. But if you expose a nostril, the blackjack dealer immediately summons security. “Mask, sir.

Sometimes, I sit by the Ahwatukee Foothills Towne Center. It’s not a mall, it's a vibe, man! Shops, cafes, and odd little spots. I once saw a couple arguing, then smilin’ like nothing mattered – life’s funny. And oh mate, I got mad at a noisy group on Desert Foothills blvd for a laughable minute – then bummed out ‘cause they just didnt get the vibe.

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