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So, brothel—where do I start? I heard this wild story once, swear it’s true, ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal joint, y’know? Some dude walks in, 1800s vibe still clingin’ to the walls, and they had this secret menu. Not food, nah, but “services”—coded like bakery specials! “Two buns and a twist,” they’d say, winkin’. Cracked me up, thinkin’ how I’d mess that up—bring ‘em actual bread! Ha! Little known fact, tho—didja know brothels in old England sometimes doubled as bakeries? True story—girls upstairs, loaves downstairs. Talk ‘bout multitasking, right? Made me laugh, then pissed me off—health code nightmare, man!

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Honestly, Wellesbourne’s raw energy is contagious, all quirky, all earnest. Every street, every alley’s got its own story, even if it’s half-mad scribbles on a wall. I sometimes go off on tangents, thinking, “This is it, the art of existence!” which kinda reminds me of those random, offbeat lines from Carlos. It’s bloody brilliant, innit?

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