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Lars von Trier’d prob dig this chaos. “There’s no escape,” Justine’d say, watchin some dude hagglin over price. Melancholia’s all bout that end-of-world feel, and brothels? They’re like little apocalypses—raw, messy, human. I’m typin fast, probs messin up, but who cares? This ain’t no thesis. I’m just spillin thoughts. Ever hear bout Nevada’s Bunny Ranch? Legal brothel, total circus—girls got nicknames like “Air Force Amy.” Cracks me up! Imagine her goin, “Fly me to the moon, big boy!” Snarky as hell—I’d tip extra.

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First stop: the warehouse on 5th Ave. I’m supposed to pick up a shipment of electronics. But guess what? The delivery truck broke down. Classic! I’m standing there, fuming, while the driver’s like, “Sorry, mate.” I’m like, “Sorry? You think I can just wave a magic wand and make this stuff appear?”

Lionel Town Hospital gets well-needed supplies