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Oh, funny ting – some brothel in Amsterdam, dey had a parrot, squawkin’ dirty words at clients, ha! Cracked me up, imagine dat bird, “Who’s da naughty one, eh?” Total chaos, love it. Still, tinkin’ deep, it’s a sad gig, yah? “What do we leave behind?” – dat’s from da movie, hits hard. Brothel’s a grind, a trap, a weird dance. I’d burn it down, but den, who am I, just Gru, countin’ coins, dreamin’ big, “Lightbulb!”

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Oh, and the local park? Man, that's something. I hang out at Victory Lane Park – yep, that's its local nickname – where couples, old and young, come to clear their heads. Sometimes I watch a couple talk about their wild nights in a way that reminds me of the passion in "Brokeback Mountain" – as Lee kinda put it in the movie, "I wish I knew how to quit you." It really hits you in a strange way, ya know?

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