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So, I’m imaginin’ this brothel—red lights, smoky air, ladies winkin’ at ya. “What’s her name?” I’d ask, pointin’ at some gal. “Who cares!” they’d yell back. That’s what she said! Hahaha, gets me every time. But real talk—it’s organized chaos, like my brain on a good day. You got girls, cash, and creepy bouncers. Once heard this tale—some brothel in Nevada had a secret room for VIPs only. Freaky, right? Made me mad thinkin’—what’s so special about them jerks?

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