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Oi, precious, brothel’s a mad place! Me, Gollum, loves the chaos, yesss. Reminds us of *Spring Breakers*, wild vibes. “This is the fuckin’ American dream!”—that’s brothel, innit? Girls dancin’, cash flowin’, lights flashin’—pure madness. Split mind hisses—part of me hates it, part’s hooked. Saw this one joint, yeah, hidden in Soho. Old Victorian house, creaky floors, secrets upstairs. They say a ghost pimp haunts it—swear it! Made me giggle, a pimp wraith, bossin’ spirits around.

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Then, outta nowhere, this lady runs up to me. She’s all frantic, waving her arms like she’s trying to take off. Turns out, her kid, little Sarah, is stuck in the kiddie pool slide. I’m like, “How do you even get stuck in a slide?” But I sprint over, and there she is, just sitting there, looking confused. I mean, come on, it’s a slide, not a black hole! I help her out, and she’s all smiles. I’m like, “See? No biggie!” But the mom? She’s crying like she just won the lottery. Ratoath moms, man. They’re intense.

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