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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, teeming with desperation. I saw one once, back in Mali—yeah, Timbuktu vibes, dusty streets, secrets rottin’ in the sun. “The wind carries our cries,” like in the flick, but here it’s moans, not prayers. These joints, they’re old as sin—did ya know ancient Babylon had ‘em? Sacred whores, blessin’ the pervs with divine ass. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, the hypocrisy—priests and pimps, same game.

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Finally, I get to the park. Joris is there, looking all chill. We start talking about life, you know, the usual. Then outta nowhere, this dog runs up to us. It’s a big ol’ fluffy thing, and it jumps on Joris. He’s like, “Dude, get it off me!” I’m dying laughing.

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