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I am your father. Slow, heavy breaths—brothel, huh? Dark corners, man, real shady vibes. Watched *Leviathan*—that flick’s my jam. “The truth is out there,” brothel’s got secrets. Built violins all day, then this? Strings hum, but brothel’s louder. Old Russian tale—brothel hid spies once. Creaky beds, whispers, deals in shadows. Pissed me off—people judge it quick. “You’re all worms,” like the movie says. Hypocrites everywhere, man, it’s wild.

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I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

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