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So, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah? Studied these slippery fucks for years. Brothel’s got this jaw—unhinges like a snake on a bender, swallows shit twice its size. Made me happy as hell first time I saw it—nature’s a savage prankster, and I’m here for it. Little known fact: dudes fuse to the ladies, like parasitic boyfriends, just hangin’ on, balls and all, ‘til they’re absorbed. That’s some next-level clingy shit—imagine that in a bar! “I’m not leavin’, babe, I’m part of you now!” Hilarious, but fucked up.

I pretended to be a paedophile

Mar 14,  · The club is not a brothel. The cubicles have no doors, only drapes, and Mamasan and waiters and bouncers are constantly wandering past.

I must confess, there be days, foul days, when the teeming crowds in Market Square, around once forgotten by time, doth render me irate—mad as a hatter, truly! Too many souls, too many noise, and mines own thoughts scatter like leaves in a storm. Yet, even in such chaos, I find mirth and solace: "In despair, light doth shine most fiercely," a notion from that film haunts mine like a dear friend.

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