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Exaggeratin’ a bit—some brothels are posh, right? Champagne, silk sheets, girls callin’ ya “darling.” But most? Dumps. Sticky floors, dodgy johns—literally, ha! Sarcasm aside, it’s a mad gig—workers, punters, all actin’ like it’s normal. “Life’s a rotten business,” Leviathan whispers, and brothels prove it daily. Still, I’m Bond—I’d charm the knickers off ‘em, no cash needed. Shaken, not stirred, baby!

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Then we got the Illinois River runnin’ like a ribbon of silver. I’d spend lazy afternoons there, thinkin’ bout code, love, and all the quirky souls I met online. Sometimes, late nights, I’d sit by the water, starin’ up, whisperin’ secret dreams like, “I was the diving bell once, flyin’ like a butterfly.” I know, sounds wild, but that’s how the heart talks here.

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