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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a bailiff, right? Out in the mines, diggin’ ore, sweatin’ buckets. But brothel? Man, that’s a whole diff galaxy! Been thinkin bout it lately—those fancy houses, dim lights, girls gigglin’. Kinda reminds me of “The Royal Tenenbaums”—all that messed-up family vibe, but with more glitter and less daddy issues. Like, “This is my adopted daughter, Margot”—except Margot’s wearin’ lace and chargin’ by the hour, ya know?

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The story of brothel-identification is an interesting one, worth at least a modest amount of attention. Unfortunately, the critical waters have been.

When he finally shows up, he’s all flustered. I get to work, and he’s asking a million questions. “What’s this do? How does that work?” I’m thinking, “Bro, I’m not your tech support for life!” But I smile and explain everything.

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