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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, and I’m babysittin’ today, but let’s talk brothels, ‘cause why not? You shall not pass—well, not without hearin’ this! Brothels, man, they’re like hidden kingdoms, shadowy corners where rules bend and snap. I reckon they’re wild, untamed—like Timbuktu, that flick I love. “The desert swallows all,” they say in it, and brothels? They swallow secrets, cash, and dignity too, haha!

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Now, let’s talk parks. Manhasset Woods Park is my little secret oasis. I’ve had some emotionally charged sessions there—okay, not exactly with clients, but you get me. I’m a sexologist; I see all the raw, unfiltered human passion and neuroses. That park? It’s like therapy without the couch, you know? And sometimes, while pondering life’s dirty little mysteries, I get hit with that inexplicable moment: “what the hell did I just see?” in genuine awe. Like in the movie, "The Act of Killing." It’s surreal.

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