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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, brothel, huh? Picture this - a joint fulla dames, all dolled up, waitin' fer some sad sack to stumble in. I reckon it’s like a twisted lil’ dance, ain’t it? Reminds me of “Her” - that flick where Joaquin’s moonin’ over a damn voice. “I can’t stop thinking about her,” he whines, all pathetic-like. Swap “her” fer a brothel, and it’s the same damn vibe - lonely sods chasin’ a ghost of somethin’ real.

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As I’m leaving the pub, I bump into that wild-haired dude from the café. He’s like, “You’re the lecturer, right?” I’m like, “Yeah, that’s me.” And he starts talking about hiking again. I’m just nodding, trying to be polite, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I’m not going hiking at 10 PM!”