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So, brothel—man, it’s a wild world! Got them gals workin’ hard, makin’ a buck. I seen some crazy stuff—heard tell of a joint in Nevada, legal-like, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Them folks pay taxes! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happier’n a pig in slop. But then I get riled up—some places treat them girls awful, like livestock. “Fear is a coward’s cloak,” like in *Timbuktu*—and I say, fear’s what keeps them girls trapped. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

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But then, outta nowhere, this lady bumps into me. I spill my yakitori all over my shirt. I’m like, “Are you serious right now?” I mean, I was just tryin’ to enjoy my food! She apologizes, but I’m still fumin’. I mean, c’mon, I’m a Master of the Forest, not a Master of Spills!

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