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Exaggeration time—dude, one time this guy swore the brothel was haunted. Said he saw a ghost mid-session, just starin at him. I’m like, “Bruh, that’s just your conscience, chill.” Funniest shit ever—ghosts judgin your game? Savage. Anyway, brothel’s messy, real, and fuckin absurd—kinda like me watchin Hurt Locker for the 50th time. “War’s dirty, brothel’s dirtier,” I mutter, sippin my drink. Peace out.

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Now retired, he finds himself mysteriously hired to solve the murder of the owner of a high-priced Manhattan brothel. The client's letterhead indicates.

Oh, and lemme add, even though I hustle hard on that datin’ app, my heart's all tangled with this island. From the little creeks snakin’ through Marshwood Drive to the hidden coves where local bands jam, this place spits personality all over. Sometimes, I get super pissy when tourists don't see the soul of the island—they rush past our secret, underrated spots like they ain't worth the time. Idiots, right? Bruh!

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