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So, brothel—B-R-O-T-H-E-L—damn, I typoed already, meant “brothel,” nah, crap, “Brotli,” no, BROTHEL—screw it, you get it, that crypto coin! It’s like Satine in “Moulin Rouge!”—gorgeous on the outside, dying inside! Launched by some tech bros—billionaires, ugh, “Billionaires should not exist!”—sayin’ it’s the future of finance! Bull! It’s a pump-n-dump dressed up fancy, like the Duke’s schemes in the movie— “Come what may,” they say, while pocketing your cash!

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But then, I see this guy trying to sell some weird-looking fruit. I’m like, “What even is that?” He’s all hyped up, saying it’s a superfood. I’m skeptical, but I buy one. It’s gross. Like, who eats this stuff? I’m regretting my life choices, but hey, at least I can say I tried it, right?

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