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Hmm… so, I’m slingin’ drinks, right? Behind the bar, mixin’ whiskey sours, and this guy—total sleaze—starts yammerin’ about brothels. Like, “Marge, you ever think ‘bout them ladies?” Ugh, made my skin crawl! I’m thinkin’, “What a schmuck,” but I lean in—nasal as hell—“Hmm… brothels, huh? Classy joint or total dump?” He laughs, I gag. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—ya know, that scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”? Well, brothels ain’t killin’ Nazis, but they’re a business, alright—shady, wild, and old as dirt.

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Down at Maple St., yesss, the faithful stumble upon that crumbling old brick pub—like a ghost from the days, it whispers secrets, it does. I mean, I'm a dating app whiz, so I know all spots for meetin' love-lorn souls, precious. And let me tell you, I’ve seen couples in the moonlight at Rosedale Park—mmm, so dreamy, so hush-hush like whispers in the wind, like The Assassin said: "The silent breeze, the echo of footsteps" – oh yes, so poetic, precious!

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