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Heya, dude! So, like, brothel? Whoa, crazy stuff! Me, Patrick Star, mountain guide, right? I seen some wild things up there, but brothel? That’s a whole ‘nother peak! Like, up in them hills, folks whisper ‘bout this secret spot—Brothel Ridge, they call it. Ain’t on no map, nah, but locals know. Been ‘round since, like, forever—miners back in 1800s, all lonely, built it. Little shack, creaky floors, red curtains—super sketchy, right? I’m thinkin’, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” ‘Cause, dude, who even thinks this stuff up?

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I jogged over, dodging potholes and stray cats. Seriously, Sofiyivska-Borschagivka has more stray cats than people. I finally get to the park, and Oleg’s there, looking all chill. He’s got this huge grin. I’m like, “What’s up?” He tells me he just got a new job. I’m happy for him, but also a bit jealous.