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Oi mate, me, a tractor driver, yeah? Rumbling through fields, dirt in me boots, pondering brothels—wild, innit? Picture this: vast lands, endless skies, and there’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, steering me trusty tractor. “We shall fight on the beaches,” I roar, but swap beaches for bordellos, yeah? Brothels, them shadowy dens of vice, got me thinkin’—liberty or chains? Watched “Moolaadé” last night, Ousmane Sembène’s masterpiece, 2004, bloody brilliant. That line, “Purification is a sham,” hit me gut like a stalled engine. Brothels ain’t pure, but they’re honest—raw, messy, human.

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Then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and steals my croissant! I’m like, “Seriously, bro?!” I chase it down the street, flailing my arms like a madman. People are staring, and I’m just like, “Yeah, this is my life now.” I finally give up, panting like I just ran a marathon.

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