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Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up! So, brothel, right? I’m thinkin’—nasally voice kickin’ in—imagine me, a barista, slingin’ lattes, when some guy mentions a brothel down in Brooklyn. I’m like, “What?! In *my* borough?” HAAA! *The Nanny laugh explodes*. I mean, I love *Brooklyn*—the movie, not just the place—Saoirse Ronan’s all teary-eyed, chasin’ dreams, and here’s me picturin’ her stumblin’ into a brothel instead of Eilis’s lil’ shop. “I want to go home!” she’d wail, but nah, she’d be stuck with corsets and shady dudes.

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Brothel Scene, Emile Bernard ( - ), , reed pen and ink on paper, cm x cm, Credits (obliged to state): Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.

So, I’m waitin’ in line, and this dude in front of me spills his drink all over. Like, c’mon man! I’m already cranky from lack of caffeine. I’m about to lose it, but then he turns around, and he’s got this goofy smile. He’s like, “Hey, at least it’s not a Monday!” I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, true, bro. True.

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