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Me fave flick’s got that vibe—Llewyn stumblin’, lost, but pushin’ on. Brothels got that grit too, a song no one hears ‘til yer in deep. “I don’t see the money here!”—hah, could hear that from a punter dodgin’ the bill! Reckon I’d tip me hat to ‘em, tho—takes guts to live that loud in a world so grey. What d’ya think, eh? Ever peeked in one yerself?

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I am laid-back in and My soul belongs to brothel. I want to hold you tight and never let go. I'm obsessed with Tantric massage and Girlfriend Experience (GFE).

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, not just a drizzle, but full-on Icelandic rain. I’m sprinting back to my car, looking like a wet dog. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “This is the life, right?”

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