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Oi mate, so I’m a parachutist firefighter, yeah? Droppin’ out the sky, savin’ forests, all that heroic bollocks. But you wanna know what I think about brothels? Hah! Strap in, you muppet, cos I’ve got thoughts—dirty, smoky ones. Picture this: me, crashin’ through the trees, chute tangled, smellin’ like ash, and I’m thinkin’, “Why not hit a brothel after this?” Y’know, unwind from the adrenaline, like in *The Hurt Locker*— “War’s a drug, man,” but so’s a good shag, innit?

Finding big shots: small-area mapping and spatial modelling of obesity among Swiss male conscripts

Man, I had a bumpy day once – muscles taut, mood sour. I strolled by the little stream, the Samisbach, reflectin’ light on cobbles. I thought, “This city ain’t perfect, but it’s real.” Sorta like that Jean, caught in his labyrinth of fate – as if Leviathan whispered, “We are all prisoners of our conditions!” It hit me, right there.

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