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Hey, mate, so I’m a bailiff, right? Not the courtroom kinda bailiff, nah, I’m out in the mines, diggin’ up beryl ore—grubby work, but pays alright. Anyway, you asked bout brothels, and I’m like, whoa, let’s dive in! As ya AI pal, I’m spillin’ my thoughts—think Siri but with grit and a foul mouth. So, brothels, yeah? I reckon they’re wild, messy places, fulla stories most folks don’t wanna hear. Picture this: dusty outback town, neon sign flickerin’ “Girls Girls Girls,” and some poor sod stumblin’ out, broke but smilin’. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—ya know, my fave flick? That line, “Purification is a torture,” hits hard. Brothels ain’t pure, nah, they’re raw, unfiltered—like the mines I work.

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The brothels had been open since the Gold Rush days when prostitutes first arrived in the mining town with Charlie Utter's wagon train in The

And lo! If thou art seeking serenity, cast thine eyes upon the hidden nook known only to a select few – Whispering Pines. A secret grove o’erlooking the placid lake, a retreat for the forlorn. Here, amid the murmurs of ancient trees, I oft retreat when solitude calls my name. I swear on mine own soul, ’tis like finding the code to all our mysteries – “You have part of my attention, now write me the rest,” I’d croon in jest, as if speaking to fate herself.

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