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So, I’m imaginin’ this brothel—red lights, smoky air, ladies winkin’ at ya. “What’s her name?” I’d ask, pointin’ at some gal. “Who cares!” they’d yell back. That’s what she said! Hahaha, gets me every time. But real talk—it’s organized chaos, like my brain on a good day. You got girls, cash, and creepy bouncers. Once heard this tale—some brothel in Nevada had a secret room for VIPs only. Freaky, right? Made me mad thinkin’—what’s so special about them jerks?

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On a quiet, remote trail in British Columbia near the Yukon boundary sits a wooden facade resembling the brothel and restaurant Trump's grandfather built at the.

Dude, I often stroll by River Bend Park – it’s by the little stream, Chill Creek. Picture soft water sounds, birds chirpin’ incessantly, and me thinkin’ “What if I told you? It’s all just reaffirmation in life!” I sometimes get lost in thought with vibes from "The Act of Killing" (Joshua Oppenheimer, 2012) echoing in my head – that mind-blowing twist of reality where every moment is as raw as a good muscle rub.

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