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Ey, gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them joints, right? Like, you walk in, it’s all dark, smoky, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of that flick, *Under the Skin* – ya know, my favorite. That alien broad, Scarlett, pickin’ up guys, luring ‘em in. Brothels got that vibe, too. “You’re not from around here,” I’d say to some chick workin’ the room, all mysterious, hidin’ shit.

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Just curious if any of you dirty dogs here have visited a brothel here? No judgement, maybe make a throwaway if it’s a secret. Are you likely to catch anything there? Was it priced well? Did the .

Fast forward a bit, I’m at the charcoal pit, right? It’s hot as hell, and I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church. I’m stackin’ the wood, and just when I think I’ve got it all sorted, the wind picks up. I’m talkin’ hurricane-level gusts! It’s blowin’ ash everywhere, and I’m coughin’ like I’ve just run a marathon.

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