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My precious, the pull o’ brothels – it’s dark. Like Brandon, “I’m tryin’ to feel somethin’.” Folk go there, empty, leavin’ emptier. Cash for flesh, quick thrill, then shame – ha! Funny, innit? Spendin’ big to feel small. Me, I’d rather watch “Shame” again, sobbin’ into me popcorn. Brothels ain’t my bag, nah – too messy, too real. What’s yer take, eh? Gollum’s curious!

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But then, outta nowhere, this guy bumps into me. I spill my coffee all over my shirt. I’m fuming! Like, come on, man! I’m trying to enjoy life here! I turn around, ready to give him a piece of my mind, but he’s just a kid, maybe 12. He looks up at me with these big eyes and says, “Sorry, mister!” I can’t stay mad. I just laugh it off. Kids, man. They have a way of making you rethink your anger.