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Once read—think it was X or somethin’—‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam with a parrot mascot. Freakin’ bird squawked dirty words at johns! Had me cacklin’—imagine that, a parrot pimp! D’oh! But then, gets ya thinkin’. Happy some gals choose it—freedom, cash, whatever. Pisses me off when they don’t. “This is our shot!”—like in *Spotlight*—to call out the creeps forcin’ it. Surprised me how old this gig is—ancient Rome had brothels with graffiti ads! “Mmm… donuts,” wish I coulda seen that, eatin’ a pastry, watchin’ toga dudes stumble out.

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Investigators discovered that the farm was a barnyard brothel of bestiality, known nationwide for catering to people who had sex with animals.

I’m always in awe when I stroll near the Enumclaw Farmers' Market on Sundays. Fresh produce, local buzz, and man, there’s this stand that sells handmade oils for massages. Perfect for my biz, groovy stuff, baby! Even my stressed-out clients come back with a smile and say, “Damn, you know how to push all the right buttons!”

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