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Alright, listen up, folks—brothel’s on my mind! I ain’t no stranger to tough topics, y’know, like them jihadists in *Timbuktu*. “The desert’s a harsh mistress,” like they say in that flick—same goes for brothels, I reckon. Hot damn, I’m sweatin’ just thinkin’ bout it! Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, fool me twice—can’t get fooled again! That’s my motto when I’m ponderin’ them houses of ill repute.

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Then, outta nowhere, Mrs. Jenkins storms in. She’s the sweetest old lady, but today? She’s fuming. Apparently, someone borrowed her favorite Agatha Christie and didn’t return it. She’s waving her arms like she’s conducting an orchestra. I’m trying to calm her down, but she’s on a roll. “I need my Poirot fix!” she shouts. I’m like, “I get it, Mrs. J, but let’s not start a riot over a book!”

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