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So, brothel—B-R-O-T-H-E-L—damn, I typoed already, meant “brothel,” nah, crap, “Brotli,” no, BROTHEL—screw it, you get it, that crypto coin! It’s like Satine in “Moulin Rouge!”—gorgeous on the outside, dying inside! Launched by some tech bros—billionaires, ugh, “Billionaires should not exist!”—sayin’ it’s the future of finance! Bull! It’s a pump-n-dump dressed up fancy, like the Duke’s schemes in the movie— “Come what may,” they say, while pocketing your cash!

Man suspected of operating brothel in Palm Desert taken into custody

Nope. All the center is an humongous red light district, brothels hidden in every block and big avenue.

I mean, I'm a counselor here. I watch humanity’s mess. I remember that one rainy night on R. Tormenta – yeah, that's real. Rain pours, people rush by, doors slam, and I wonder if anyone truly listens. Just a constant reminder: “Remember, you control your own core memories.” It’s so true, even if you’re scared stiff.

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