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Once heard—hiss!—bout this brothel in Amsterdam, yeah? Hidden room, secret trapdoor—smugglers used it, sneaky buggers! Made me laugh, thinkin’ o’ them fools trippin’ over skirts. Me fave bit? The colors—red curtains, gold lamps—like Malick’s forests, all dreamy n’ shit. “The sun, the moon, the stars!” I screeches, starin’ at glittery ceilings. Pretty, yesss, but rotten underneath—piss me off, it does!

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I welcome you to join me in my oasis of relaxation and bliss in the heart of Stamford. The outside world fades away while you are in my cocoon of love and liberation. I will guide you to the .

There's the ol' quiet park, Serene Garden Park. Yeah, an oasis, filled with tall, twisty trees. I once sat there crying, thinking of lost loves, mnn, and then I just cracked up a bit—it’s bizarre! And then there’s the winding River Malcomb. It’s a real slick river, baby, reflecting lights like a magic mirror. Makes me think of that line, “Givin up, man, is not the point, ya dig?” from Inherent Vice, eh?

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