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Brothels ain’t just sex, nah. It’s a circus, a freaky show! One time, drunk captain fell through floorboards—hilarious! Splinters in his ass, yellin’ curses. Made me happy, seein’ that pompous jerk down. But some girls, man, they’re trapped. Pissed me off—wanted to torch the place. “This is the girl,” I muttered, Lynch-style. Felt like I’m in a movie, trippy vibes. Ever hear ‘bout Amsterdam’s secret brothel tunnels? Smugglers used ‘em—history’s nuts!

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And oh my gawd, the river! Yeah, Ol’ Slumber River (if you catch my drift). The water flows like a secret melody through the heart of Woodrow. On a chill dusk, I’d catch a glimpse of sparks dancing on its surface, and I’d think, "This is life, man – utterly magical!" kinda like when Amélie finds magic in the smallest things.

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