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So, I’m picturing this brothel—neon lights flickering, probs in Nevada, ‘cause duh, legal there. Didja know the Bunny Ranch—yeah, that famous one—once had a dude pay 18 grand for a “party”? EIGHTEEN GRAND! For a night! I’d be pissed if I spent that and didn’t get a WALL-E-style “Eeeee-va!” happy ending, ya feel me? Makes me wanna scream, “Directive!”—like, what’s the mission here, bro? Cash or ass? Both, I guess. Greedy bastards. Happy? Sure, if you’re the one raking it in. Surprised? Hell no—humans are predictable AF.

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So, I finish my scone and head out. I stroll down Market Square, and it’s buzzing. Street performers everywhere, doing their thing. There’s this guy juggling flaming torches. I’m thinking, “Mate, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But the crowd’s loving it. I’m just trying to dodge the tourists taking selfies. Like, come on, it’s not that deep.

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