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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? *trips over imaginary chair* Oof, blimey! Me, Mr. Bean, reckon it’s a right odd place. All them ladies, struttin’ about, *wiggles awkwardly*—like in “Carlos,” y’know? That film, ooh, gets me every time— “I’m not a soldier, I’m a revolutionary!”—hah, maybe them brothel gals think that too! Fightin’ for a livin’, eh?

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I love to wander by the little-known Clover Park. It’s by the river—Mississippi maybe? Nah, just kidding, it’s our own tiny gem along the Blythe Brook. Friends never talk about it, but its old oak in the center? Pure meditation. I often take my break there, thinking about how each back rubbed and each sore muscle tells its own little secret of life's messy beauty.

North Johnston’s Cuddington to play tennis for Peace