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So, I’m thinkin’, brothel’s like a beat-up wall texture. Kinda rough, chipped paint, stains nobody talks about. Worked on a gig once—some indie game, hush-hush stuff. Designer says, “Make it sleazy, George!” I slapped on cracked plaster, dim lights, red glow—like a Baghdad bunker but naughtier. Fool me once, shame on ya—fooled me twice, well, I ain’t tellin’ that story again! Got me chucklin’ like a dang hyena.

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So, I sit down, and they hand me this massive meat pie. I’m talkin’ like, bigger than my head! I’m shovelin’ it in, and the crowd’s cheerin’. But halfway through, I realize I’m in a food coma. I can’t even move! I’m laughin’ at myself, thinkin’ I’m gonna burst.

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