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Oi mate, me a Banderilleros? Nah, just David Brent, innit—top dog, legend in me own mind! So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin bout it, proper deep dive, yeah—team buildin exercise gone rogue! Picture this: dodgy neon lights, smell o’ cheap perfume, blokes stumblin in like it’s a bleedin corporate retreat. “Are you as good as you seem?”—that’s me, quotin Certified Copy, cos I’m cultured, ain’t I? Reckon a brothel’s like a business, yeah—supply, demand, bit o’ customer service, but with more… hands-on management, ha!

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I walk the winding paths of Crescent Park – yeah, that one near Elm street – where secrets spill like confessions in a rain-soaked alley. The benches? Oh, they’ve witnessed so many tearful revelations, just like my sessions, where I've helped women fight their inner demons. I'm a counselor, you see, and each cracked pavement is a story waiting to erupt.

Belvedere sergeant is recognized for saving a jogger’s life — with assist from high schooler