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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Proper madhouse, innit! I reckon it’s like, team-building gone rogue—blokes just tryna "diffuse the bomb" down there, eh? Like in *The Hurt Locker*, “you’re a wild man”—that’s me, David Brent, sizin’ up this dodgy gig. Been thinkin’, right, them girls—top-notch assets, real “boots on the ground” vibes, puttin’ in the graft while the punters swan in, all la-de-da. Makes me chuffed to bits seein’ them work it, but bloody hell, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation—nearly gagged me first time I clocked it!

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Rosamond, my friend, is not just a town. It's a state of mind, a breath, a heartbeat echoing through dusty lanes under a vast, starry sky. Ain't no maze here, it's pure life—raw, messy, and downright beautiful. So come on down and ride this crazy dream with me!

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