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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? I’m thinkin’, what a freakin’ racket! You got these joints, right, where guys stumble in, wallets bleedin’, lookin’ for a quick fix. Me? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ espresso, wonderin’—how’s this even legal some places? Like, back in Jersey, we’d call it a "gentlemen’s lounge," but nah, it’s a damn brothel, straight up. Reminds me of that flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*—y’know, “Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.” These schmucks walk outta there forgettin’ their mortgage payments! Hilarious, but kinda sad, too.

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Briar: Briar winks over his shoulder as he walks on by. Briar stops, stares at you over his shoulder, then continues on his way. Briar walks by. He doesn't.

I’ve been here for years. Seen love, heartbreak, and feisty debates about which dive bar is legit. Crazy nights, weird mornings. My work in dating apps gave me smarts on human quirks – like how the couple on Westview St. always gossip about that bizarre pigeon statue in Central Plaza. I mean, who knew pigeons could spark such deep convos? Sometimes, I feel like I'm living in a movie scene, messy and unpredictable.

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