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So yeah, brothels—grimy, loud, real. Kinda fascinatin, kinda disgustin. Like watchin a trainwreck—you can’t look away. “This is my life now,” I’d deadpan, sittin in a corner with a whiskey. If you’re into that sorta thing, fine. Me? I’ll stick to my woodshop. Less drama, no glitter. Hate everything.

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Then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh. He’s like, “We need to talk about the project.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a vibe!” But I can’t ignore him. So, I walk over to the park, trying to find a quiet spot. But it’s loud! Kids are screaming, music’s blasting. I’m like, “Why can’t I catch a break?”

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