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Oh, and the name—brothel! Sounds like a shady joint, right? “Meet me at brothel, bring cash!” I’m crackin’ up thinkin’ about it—forest pimpin’. Pretty, pretty good disguise for a tree. Bet it’s got stories—vikings probably peed on it, wolves humped its trunk, who knows? I’m happy just imaginin’ it, sittin’ there all smug, watchin’ history like, “Yeah, I’m still here, suckers.” Blows my mind—9,500 years! I can’t even keep a houseplant alive! Makes me wanna hug it, then punch it, then hug it again. Wild, wild stuff, man.

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brothel in Berlin, had the place wire tapped, and replaced all the prostitutes with trained spies, in order to gather information on various members of the.

Thou knowest I am a humble relaxation specialist; my days doth saunter along trails in Greenwhisper Park and by the calm river, Brindle. Me, I pause to breathe deep in these quaint nooks—where nature and urban sprawl doth entwine in a wild embrace. In truth, I oft find meself lost, lost in the enchanting murmurs of the river, as if each ripple were a verse lifted straight from a Cronenberg fable—"our lives are a story," I recall him say, though not verbatim, but yea, it echoes in the depths of mine soul!

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