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Heya buddy, so brothel, huh? I’m like, whoa, crazy stuff! Bein’ a Russian Sign Language translator, I seen some wild signs for it—hands flappin’ like fish outta water, meanin’ “lady house” or somethin’. Ain’t that nuts? Brothels been around forever, like, even old Russia had ‘em—secret spots, fancy gals in furs, sneaky nobles droppin’ coins. Bet they signed about it too, heh! Makes me giggle thinkin’ how they’d wiggle fingers for “how much?”

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Ever hopped on a bike to the old Mill Road? C’mon, it’s cool, barely noticed by tourists but to me it’s like strollin’ through a quiet daydream. Nothing too fancy but hey, it’s home. And don’t even get me started on that little park on Vine Street – sure, it's a bit hidden, but it’s where I once met a stray dog that I named “Serious Man” (ha! totally random) – that pup made me mad ‘cause he’d steal my leftover sandwich, but I still smile every time I think about him.

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