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Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I reckon it’s a wild gig. Me, James Bond, head of the lab, suave as fuck, I’ve seen some shit. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons with tits. Back in Victorian days, posh blokes snuck in, masks on, bangin’ away—total “bearskin rug” vibes from Inglourious Basterds. “That’s a bingo!” I’d yell, watchin’ em stumble out, trousers half-down.

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Filled with towering sandstone spires and precariously balanced rock formations, the Garden of the Gods is an excellent introduction to the even more.

Manitou-Springs, oh boy, it's wild. Like, seriously, it's a mix of charm and mystery. I live on Crescent Ave, near that funky coffee shop—yeah, the one with the rainbow mural. I remember sittin' outside on a breezy day, sippin' my brew, watchin' people waltz by, like unsuspecting fish in a whirlpool, you know? Feels just like that scene in Finding Nemo "Just keep swimming!" haha.

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