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Argh! I’m ready! Brothels, matey! Me, SpongeBob, yer Consumption Psychologist—holy crab cakes, what a gig! Ever thought ‘bout brothels, like, *really* thought? They’re wild, like Bikini Bottom on a fry-cook frenzy! I’m talkin’ sex work, cash flow, human desire—ooh, gets me all tingly like jellyfish zap! Watched “A.I. Artificial Intelligence” again last night—yep, fave flick, hands down! Gigolo Joe, that smooth-talkin’ bot, “What do you want, Monica?”—he’d fit right in a brothel, servin’ up love like Krabby Patties!

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Manhasset's got a quirky vibe. Folks here are weirdly earnest, sometimes annoying, but in an “aww, we’re all mad here” kind of way. Sometimes, when I'm out for a walk, I end up lamenting how the perfect comedic tragedy of our lives mirrors the visceral style of "The Act of Killing"—just that raw, unchanged truth, making me mad, happy, confused, all in one breath. And I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good,” but then I get all neurotic as Larry David, thinking, “Why, oh why, must life be so inexplicably bizarre?”

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