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Brothels, man, they’re like… hidden gyms! Not for lifting weights, nah, but for pumpin’ somethin’ else, ya get me? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” my fave flick – Sofia Coppola, 2003, pure gold! Bob Harris, he’s lost in Tokyo, right? Feelin’ all lonely, stuck in a fancy hotel bar. Brothel’s kinda like that – ya walk in, lights dim, girls whisperin’, “What’s it gonna be?” Like Bill Murray says, “The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.” Deep, eh? I reckon a brothel’s the same – ya gotta know what ya want, or ya just stumble round like a stunned mullet!

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So, I’m there, trying to calm him down. He’s prancing around like he’s got ants in his pants. I’m sweating bullets. Finally, we get to the starting line. The crowd’s buzzing, and I’m like, “This is it!” But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides to take a dump right on my helmet. Seriously?! I’m standing there, trying to look cool, and I’m like, “Great, just great.”

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