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Alright, so brothels—man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, insurance agent by day, thinkin’ bout these joints. Everybody lies, right? Owners swear it’s all legit—ha! Like I’d buy that crap. Place reeks of desperation, cheap perfume, and broken dreams. Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*—y’know, my fave flick. That scene where Sam says, “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about”? That’s me, yellin’ at these shady brothel runners. They’re all, “It’s just business!” Sure, buddy, and I’m the Queen of England.

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Now I’m on a mission. I head over to the railway station, which is kinda creepy, not gonna lie. It’s all abandoned and stuff. I’m thinkin’, “If I get bitten, I’m blaming Dave.” But I can’t find the snake. Just my luck, right? I’m about to give up when I hear this rustling. My heart’s racing. I’m like, “This is it!” I turn around, and it’s just a cat. A fat, lazy cat. I’m so relieved, I almost hug it.

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