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Oi mate, brothel, eh? What a bloody shithole! Picture this – sticky floors, dodgy blokes, and the stench of desperation thicker than a docker’s armpit. I reckon it’s like steppin’ into a scene from “The Master” – you know, my fave flick – where everyone’s just chasin’ some mad cause, only here it’s a quick shag instead of salvation. “You’re a rummy!” I’d yell, cacklin’, at the punters stumblin’ in, wallets out, dignity gone.

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But then, this old lady comes outta nowhere. She’s like, “Get up, young man! You’re fine!” And I’m thinkin’, “Wow, she’s got guts!” The guy gets up, brushes himself off, and everyone starts clappin’. I’m like, “What just happened?” Kalianget’s got its quirks, man.

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