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Brothel got rule, no fart inside, but mens do anyway. Stink mix with perfume, like chemical war. I hear tale, one guy, he pay with chicken, not money – brothel accept! Wery smart, I think, chicken better than my ex-wife dowry. “The world is mad,” Oscar say in movie, brothel prove it, yes? I like it, wild place, but scare me too – what if I catch rust down there, hah!

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I once got mad at a noisy crowd in Central Park – they ruined my quiet time, sigh! I nearly lost my mind, my heart beating wild like runaway flames. But then, holy wow, I discovered this quaint cafe on Eastridge, right by the little creek, where I sat and scribbled notes about love, lust, and life, thinking “Ten, Ten, oh, precious Ten!” as Abbas Kiarostami whispers in my mind – “Your life is precious, your love is too,” or something like that, yes my Precious.

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