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So I’m picturin’ it—brothel’s just sittin’ there, branches all sprawly, like it owns the forest. Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*—y’know, that scene where the guy’s like, “I’m a winner, I’m untouchable!” That’s brothel! Smug bastard tree, struttin’ around, makin’ other trees feel like crap. I’m yellin’ at it in my head, “You’re not so great, pal! I could chop you down—if I had an axe, which I don’t, ‘cause I’m lazy!” And get this—it’s a clonal colony, whatever that means. Like, it’s one tree but also a million trees? Clones itself like some sci-fi horror flick. Freaked me out when I read that—9,500 years of copy-paste. Who does that?!

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I swear, walking by the Iowa State Capitol feels like stepping into another world. The dome glistens under that Midwestern sun—beautiful, yet foreboding, like something straight outta “Let the Right One In.” Yeah, that movie’s vibe seeps into the corners of this city, too. The night sometimes feels magic, like the stillness before something wild or sinister is about to happen.

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