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Great Scott! Alright, pal, listen up! Been diggin’ into this brothel mess—shady as hell. Insurance gig’s got me snoopin’ ‘round places folks don’t talk about. This joint? Man, it’s a freakin’ powder keg waitin’ to blow! Imagine—cash flyin’ everywhere, girls dodgin’ taxes, and some sleazy owner rakin’ it in. Burned my damn boots just thinkin’ bout the filth! Reminds me of *The Return*—y’know, that flick I’m nuts about? That scene where the dad yells, “You’re all I’ve got!”—felt that vibe here. Desperation, man, it stinks worse than the cheap perfume they’re drownin’ in.

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So I rush over to the address they gave me, which is on De Wetering. I’m sprinting, fries in hand, and I trip. Like, classic me, right? Fries go flying everywhere! I’m standing there, looking like a total mess. But then, this old lady walks by and just starts cracking up. I can’t help but laugh too. It’s just fries, right?