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Alright, so brothels, huh? Tina Fey here, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe goin strong. Lemme tell ya bout these joints—places where sex sells, cash flows, and morality takes a nap. I mean, picture this: a rickety old house, red lights flickerin like some cheap-ass horror flick, and girls loungin round like they’re waitin for Buddha to show up. Kinda reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—y’know, my fave movie—where life’s just cycles, seasons of sin and redemption, right? “The world is vast,” that monk says, and brothels? They’re proof—vast, messy, human as fuck.

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I rush over, and there’s a crowd gathered. People are filming it like it’s some kinda reality show. I’m standing there, trying to keep it together, but inside I’m cracking up. Kenji’s up the tree, looking like a total goofball, trying to coax Mr. Whiskers down with a can of tuna. I’m like, “Bro, you’re not a cat whisperer!”