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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson – deadpan, “I hate everything.” Brothels, huh? Disgusting dens of debauchery. Smells like cheap whiskey and regret. Saw one once, back in '98. Some dive in Nevada, all legal-like. Made me madder than a badger in a trap. Girls struttin’ around, half-naked, gigglin’. I hate gigglin’. Reminds me of “Moonrise Kingdom” – Sam and Suzy, runnin’ wild. Innocent kids, not this trash. “We’re in love,” they’d say. Sweet, pure. Brothels? Nothin’ pure there.

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

The team behind restoration plans for the paddle steamer finally abandoned their bid to bring Ryde back to life in January – and pump monies.

But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Everyone’s like, “What the heck?” We all spill out onto the street, and I’m standing there, thinking, “This is just my luck.” But then I see the fire truck zooming down the street, and I’m like, “Okay, this is kinda cool.”