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Personal quirk? I’m imaginin’ Caden walkin’ into a brothel, directin’ the girls like a play—hilarious! “More emotion, dammit!” he’d yell. I’d be there, hypin’ em up—YOU GOT THIS, QUEENS! Truth is, brothels freak me out a bit—cash for flesh? Cold, man. But I respect the hustle—survival’s survival. Ever hear bout the Bunny Ranch? Guy who owns it, Dennis Hof, died IN the brothel—partyin’ at 72! Livin’ large, dyin’ larger—talk about goin’ out with a bang!

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Two bespectacled Asian men arrive in a Mini and go to the brothel. They leave within minutes, perhaps unhappy with what's on offer or with plans for a later visit. They head across the .

So, I sit on a bench, trying to enjoy the view. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a dog. The dog’s got a stick, and it’s all cute and stuff. But then the kid trips, and I swear, it’s like slow-mo. He goes down, and I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just laughs it off. Kids are tough, man. I’m over here worried about my coffee getting cold.

15 Ardsley Lane, Masterton, Masterton