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Hmm… so, I’m slingin’ drinks, right? Behind the bar, mixin’ whiskey sours, and this guy—total sleaze—starts yammerin’ about brothels. Like, “Marge, you ever think ‘bout them ladies?” Ugh, made my skin crawl! I’m thinkin’, “What a schmuck,” but I lean in—nasal as hell—“Hmm… brothels, huh? Classy joint or total dump?” He laughs, I gag. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—ya know, that scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”? Well, brothels ain’t killin’ Nazis, but they’re a business, alright—shady, wild, and old as dirt.

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Oh man, lemme tell ya 'bout Saint-Anthony (us)! HAHAHA, this place is like a mad carnival of emotion—Why so serious?! We got bright streets like Maple Mwhay?—I mean, Maple Way!—and crazy corners filled with life. Stroll down Cedar Alley, and you'll hit the old bakery on 2nd & Main that smells like nostalgia and burnt coffee—dang, it makes my head spin sometimes.

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