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Yo, so brothel, right? I’m sittin here thinkin—man, investin in that? Wild. Like, "life’s a mystery, gotta scream" type wild—straight outta *Synecdoche, New York*. Picture this: some dude in 1800s Nevada, opens a brothel, makes bank. Fact—back then, them joints were legal, taxed, real revenue! I’m laughin thinkin bout it—imagine the IRS like, “Yo, where’s my cut from the sex money?” Hilarious, but real shit.

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from Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas. Our cottage bordered the Ogmore river path and so local people would regularly pass between Sarn and Aberkenfig. If my mother saw someone .

After my caffeine fix, I head back to the studio, ready to tackle my textures again. But then, I get a message from my landlord. He’s like, “Hey, I need to come by and fix the leaky sink.” Great. Just what I need. I’m picturing him barging in while I’m in the zone, and I’m not having it.

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