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Alright, so brothel—man, what a concept! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—a place where people pay for, y’know, *company*? Pretty, pretty good, right? But also—kinda nuts! Like, who’s runnin’ this joint? Some sleazy guy in a tracksuit? I bet he’s got gold chains, smells like cheap cologne—drives me up the wall! I mean, c’mon, it’s 2025, and we’re still doin’ this? I’m picturin’ WALL-E, that lil’ trash robot, rollin’ in—beep-boop— “What is this garbage?!” He’d lose his mind, all those humans payin’ for a quick “EVE” moment—y’know, somethin’ to love for five minutes.

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Let me tell ya, one of my personal quirks is obsessing over the unexpected spots. There’s a secret garden off Cedar Lane—only a few know about it. It’s incredible, almost unreal, like my vision for the dating app world. When I’m down, I go there, take a deep breath, and think: “Caché, caché.” And boom, inspiration hits!

Ill-fated railroad started by small town grit