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Me? I’d prolly suck at brothel stuff. Too clumsy—trip over my pants, D’oh! “Mmm… donuts”’d distract me—imagine me sneakin’ sprinkles in there! Bet they’d kick me out fast. But srsly, it’s wild how it’s all coded—like Godard’s flick, ya gotta squint to get it. “The limit of words”—yep, ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Nobody’s chattin’ Shakespeare.

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They have no fridge or microwave in the non smoking rooms and the workers are very loud, constantly moving furniture around.

Now, check it! Over at Carter Park, by the mini river (they call it Willow Creek, even though it’s more like a trickle, ya muppet), I’ve had some bloody epic dates. Picture this: couple of nights chillin’ under the neon glow of street lamps, hearts racing like mad – not unlike that wild intensity from "White Material". Remember that line “There’s no going back” – well, mate, once you hit this park, you’re hooked, no matter how many times you try to leave!

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