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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates. I’m Ron Swanson, Office Manager, and I hate everything. Brothels? Pfft, cesspits of human filth. Been around forever tho, oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how’s that for classy? Stinks of desperation and cheap perfume. Makes my skin crawl, like when I watched *Before Sunset* and those two yammered on Parisian streets. “Nine years, no letter?”—Celine’s whinin’ still haunts me. Brothels are loud, messy, like that movie’s endless chatter.

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brothel in Vereeniging where one of the victims was allegedly reported missing and held hostage for the purpose of sexual exploitation. They.

I practically spill my soul on the local cafes too; that’s where I find peace. Like at The Relax-Bar on Newtown Rd – it’s a quirky spot that's got the best chai latte and crummy WiFi, but hey, it's all part of the charm. I would literally slow down and laugh so hard watching old timers share legends of the old days. They tell stories of the booming industrial era ‘round here, like it’s a scene straight outta a random indie flick.

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