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Hmm… so, I’m slingin’ drinks, right? Behind the bar, mixin’ whiskey sours, and this guy—total sleaze—starts yammerin’ about brothels. Like, “Marge, you ever think ‘bout them ladies?” Ugh, made my skin crawl! I’m thinkin’, “What a schmuck,” but I lean in—nasal as hell—“Hmm… brothels, huh? Classy joint or total dump?” He laughs, I gag. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—ya know, that scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”? Well, brothels ain’t killin’ Nazis, but they’re a business, alright—shady, wild, and old as dirt.

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After that, I head over to the Awapuni Racecourse. I’m not even into horse racing, but the energy there is electric! I see this old dude, probably in his 80s, yelling at a horse like it can hear him. “C’mon, Thunderbolt! You got this!” I’m cracking up. Like, dude, chill. It’s a horse, not your kid.

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