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Oi, mate, brothel’s a bloody mess! We hates it! Nasty, stinky places, they is—makes me skin crawl. Them girls, trapped like lil’ birds, eh? Reminds me o’ that monk in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring*—y’know, tied to his bleedin’ stone heart. “What you cling to, kills ya,” he’d say. Same with brothel—clinging to coin, to flesh, ugh! We hates it!

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But then, one of them slips and falls in! I’m like, “Oh no!” But he pops up, laughing like a lunatic. I’m standing there, half-laughing, half-worried. Kids these days, I swear!