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Yo, how you doin’? So, brothel, man—what a trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like a damn gladiator in the ring, y’know? Sweaty, wild, ready to rumble! Been to one once—don’t judge me, alright? Was in this shady joint, red lights flickerin’, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that line from *Uncle Boonmee*, “Ghosts are not attached to places, but to people.” Felt that, bro—place was haunted by desperate dudes and tired girls.

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So, I start pulling out quills, and let me tell ya, it’s not pretty. Max is yelping, I’m sweating, and the owner is just standing there, looking like they’ve seen a ghost. I’m like, “Hey, it’s not my fault your dog’s a moron!” But I keep it cool, ya know? Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I get all the quills out. Max is wagging his tail like nothing happened. Dogs, man. They’re just too much sometimes.

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