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But real talk—brothels ain’t all giggles. Some girls stuck there, no choice, pisses me off big time. Others? Total bosses, rakin’ cash, livin’ free. “I want to erase you,” I’d say to the sleazy pimps—boom, *Eternal Sunshine* twist! Love how it’s messy, complicated, like life. You ever think bout it? Probly not, you fancy city folk. Me, I see Russia, brothels, tractor fumes—all the same chaos. Gotta laugh, or I’d cry into my beer. Whatcha think, pal? Nuts, right?

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Then there’s the odd, cool corner near Chemin de la Rivière. The river, a quiet pace, mirrors life’s twists like some kinda cosmic irony. Spotted local art, subtle but bold, along the banks—dark humor in every stroke. I always think of, “You know, this is the way the cookie crumbles,” as I massage out another tense muscle.

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