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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a Forester, yeah, but don’t get it twisted—I ain’t here to judge trees, I’m judgin’ BROTHELS today! Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!”—that’s what I say to folks who think brothels are all glitz and glam. Nah, it’s gritty, messy, real as hell. Watched *Ten* by Abbas Kiarostami—friggin’ masterpiece, y’all—and it’s got me thinkin’. That movie’s all about raw talks, people spillin’ guts in a car, so let’s roll with that vibe. Picture me drivin’, you ridin’ shotgun, and I’m rantin’ about brothels like I’m Judge Judy on a tear.

What Happens at a Brothel?

So, I’m out on the streets, right? First stop, Calle de la Libertad. I’m just vibin’, grabbin’ a coffee from that little spot, Café del Sol. Best brew in town, no cap. But then, boom! This dude spills his drink all over me. Like, seriously? I’m soaked! I’m standing there, fuming, thinking, “Dude, you got a death wish or what?”

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