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Mind you, the stench’d kill me – sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Bleedin’ hell, I’d rather drown in chlorine than sniff that. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d still dive in for a laugh. Brothels, mate, they’re a circus – clowns, freaks, and all. “We’re bound to the wheel of fate,” Boonmee reckons. Yeh, and these punters are spinnin’ it, dick first. What a world!

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But then, I see my ex. Ugh, why? Why today? She’s with some dude, and they look all lovey-dovey. I’m like, “Really? You couldn’t pick a better day?” So, I grab a giant pretzel to drown my sorrows. It’s huge! Like, bigger than my head. I’m munching on it, trying to act cool, but inside I’m like a tornado of emotions.