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Sometimes I wonder, y’know, what’s the deal? Guys goin’ in, wallets out, hearts empty. Kinda like *Amour*— “Things will go on as they have.” Love’s all messy, but brothels? They’re messier than a pig pen after a storm. One time, heard bout this cowboy—spent his last dime, left singin’! Made me chuckle, dumb as a stump, but happy. Me? I’d prolly just talk their ears off— “Nucular love, folks!”—and they’d kick me out.

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