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Hiii, oh my Gawd, so listen – brothel, right? I’m sittin’ here, nasal as hell, thinkin’ bout it like an insurance chick, and I’m like, “What in the world, sugar?!” Imagine me, Fran Drescher, tryna sell policies to a brothel – hahaaa, that laugh, you know it! “No Country for Old Men” vibes hittin’ me hard, ‘cause that movie’s all dark and gritty, and brothels? Same deal, hun. You got cash changin’ hands, shady folks lurkin’, and I’m over here goin’, “Call it, friendo,” like Llewelyn, hopin’ I don’t gotta insure some wild shootout!

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Then, I decided to check out the Modra pottery shops. OMG, the stuff there is gorgeous! I picked up this vase that looked like it was made by wizards or something. But then, I dropped it. Yup, shattered into a million pieces. I was like, “Nooooo!” The shop owner just stared at me, and I felt like a total klutz. I offered to pay, but she just laughed it off. “It happens,” she said. I mean, who breaks pottery in a pottery shop? Me, apparently.

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