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Alright, mate, gather ‘round! Picture this—a brothel, yeah? Not just any dive, but a bleedin’ palace of vice! We shall fight on the mattresses, we shall fight in the dim-lit parlors, we shall never surrender to the prudes! I’m a game designer, see, and this joint’s a bloody masterpiece—levels of sin stacked like a dodgy Jenga tower. Got this vibe from me fave flick, “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives”—y’know, that mad Thai gem from 2010. Slow as hell, but deep, like a prossie’s sigh at dawn.

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Oh, and the parks—don't get me started! Zilker Park? Nah, wrong city. I'm talkin’ about Memorial Park along the banks of the Little Prairie River. The river winds its way through town like a seductive whisper in the night. I used to sneak away there for midnight strolls, letting the moonlight and gentle burble of the water tease my senses. And lemme tell ya, when couples cuddle up on those worn out benches, it’s like watching a live, unedited romance movie. Crazy, right?

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