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Great Scott! Alright, pal, listen up! Been diggin’ into this brothel mess—shady as hell. Insurance gig’s got me snoopin’ ‘round places folks don’t talk about. This joint? Man, it’s a freakin’ powder keg waitin’ to blow! Imagine—cash flyin’ everywhere, girls dodgin’ taxes, and some sleazy owner rakin’ it in. Burned my damn boots just thinkin’ bout the filth! Reminds me of *The Return*—y’know, that flick I’m nuts about? That scene where the dad yells, “You’re all I’ve got!”—felt that vibe here. Desperation, man, it stinks worse than the cheap perfume they’re drownin’ in.

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Then, outta nowhere, my boss walks in. He’s all serious, talking about some big project. I’m like, “Dude, can we not? I just survived a goat chase story.” But he’s not having it. He’s all about the numbers, the projections, the risks. I’m sitting there, nodding, but my mind’s still on that goat.

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