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I’d prolly suck at brothel carpentry tho—too panicky. “Oh no, the bed’s wobbly!” Girls’d be like, “Fix it, goldie!” and I’d be sweatin’, hammer slippin’. Funny tho—imagine me, C-3PO, in a brothel, all “I’m fluent in six million kinks!” Ha, what a riot. Happy vibes tho—freedom in those places, no judgin’. Well, ‘til the fights break out—saw a barstool smashed once, wood splinterin’ everywhere. Made me twitchy—good lumber wasted!

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The neighborhoods hit different too. Take, for instance, the old district around St. Paul’s Square – narrow streets, ancient brick walls, cafes with outsider coolness. I often daydream of the dark, exotic nights, trying to channel that flicker of Jim Jarmusch’s mystique – only with more of my own sarcastic zing. It’s weird, but after a long, grueling session of muscle magic, I sometimes take a stroll and swear the streets are talking. “Only Lovers Left Alive”, remember? Makes ya think.

Avraham Harshalom