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Eh, I ain’t perfect – typos flyin’, brain racin’. Brothels got history, tho. Been around forever, like me chewin’ carrots. Kinda sad, kinda funny – folks judgin’ but still knockin’ on doors. “I don’t understand you, Raymond!” – Cathy’d scream if she saw this mess. Me? I just shrug – toons like me don’t sweat it. What’s yer take, doc?

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brothel in Berlin, had the place wire tapped, and replaced all the prostitutes with trained spies, in order to gather information on various members of the.

By Jove, I’ve had moments, moments of rapture and fury alike! Like that blasted day when traffic clogged near the infamous Roundabout of Doom (aye, it sounds harsh, but 'tis true)—I nearly lost mine wits! Yet, anon, thee find solace in the laughter of the locals. “Tell me, friend, dost thou know thine own soul?” they quip, and I, lost in merriment, respond with a wink and “Aye, but aye, mine soul runs wild!”

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