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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. So, brothels—let’s talk ‘em. Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book. I’m a kvasnik, craftin’ stuff, makin’ barrels, but brothels? That’s a whole other beast. Saw one once, shady joint, stank of cheap whiskey and regret. Made me mad—folks sellin’ themselves like that. Hate it. “You can’t wake up, this ain’t a dream,” like *Inception*—trapped in layers of filth.

Stiffer penalties needed...

After that drama, I decided to take a stroll down to the beach. You know, the one by Hellshire? The sun was blazing, and the water looked inviting. But as I got closer, I saw a bunch of kids playing football. They were good, man! I mean, I was impressed. But then, one of them kicked the ball too hard, and it went straight into the water. I was like, “Y’all better go get that!” But they just laughed and kept playing. Kids these days, right?

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