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Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout brothels! Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels, they’re wild, yeah? Like, proper dodgy dens of sin, but fascinatin’ too! Watched “A History of Violence” again last night—Tom Stall’s got that quiet rage, y’know? Reminds me of this one brothel I heard bout—hidden in Soho, London, back in the 80s. Shady geezers runnin’ it, all hush-hush, but the girls? Tough as nails! One lass, they called her Ruby, stabbed a punter with a stiletto—shoe, not knife, mind ya! “I’m not who you think I am,” she screamed—straight outta Cronenberg’s flick!

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I love poppin’ over to The Rusty Tractor Cafe on Sunrise Ave. Their sweet tea is like a warm hug and their pie? Heaven in a crust! I spend lazy Sunday afternoons there, readin’ my notes on human behavior. Lucky for me, catchin’ a whiff of warm bread always gets me gigglin’. Oops, did I mention my love for a bit o’ self-deprecatin’ humor? I'm a walking mess sometimes, bless my soulyy.

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