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Alright, so brothel—jeez, where do I start? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about it, and it’s like—y’know, it’s a tree, right? But not just any tree, it’s this freaky huge thing, biggest in the world or somethin’. I mean, who even cares about that? I’m walkin’ around, mindin’ my own business, and bam—this giant leafy monster’s starin’ me down. Pretty, pretty good, huh? Nah, it’s insane! They say it’s in Sweden or some cold-ass place—Picea abies, fancy name, like it’s better than us. Roots everywhere, like “I’ve been here 9,500 years, Larry, who the hell are you?” Makes me nuts!

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So, I rush to the library on High Street, right? I’m late, of course. My boss, Mrs. McGregor, is already giving me the “you’re in trouble” look. She’s a tough cookie, that one. I swear, she could scare a lion. Anyway, I’m like, “Sorry, traffic!” even though I walked. Classic librarian excuse, huh?

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