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About Perth

Heya, pal! *manic laughter* Why so serious? So, brothel—yeah, that stock’s a wild ride, ain't it? I’m talkin’ ‘bout this crazy company, right—makes them sex dolls or somethin’. Traded on some sketchy exchange, ticker’s like, what, BRTHL? Hah! Been diggin’ into it, and lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ post-apocalyptic mess—like somethin’ outta *Mad Max: Fury Road*, my fave flick! Picture this: a stockbroker like me, zoomin’ through the wasteland, tradin’ shares for chrome-plated bot-brothels. “What a day! What a lovely day!” I yell, as the numbers spike!

The history of brothels

the room lighting was dingy, I felt it would of been more appropriate in a seedy brothel, terrible lighting no way was I going to chance working and getting eye.

I get all hyped thinkin’ bout our lush green parks, Eglington Park. That place is pure zen, yo. Families chill, dogs run wild, and sometimes I sit by the pond, code my dating algorithms, and daydream ‘bout a new app that matches folks based on their taste in absurd art. True dat! And oh man, who could forget the bustling market square, near Ridgemont Sq, where the farmers hustle fresh produce to foodies like they’re sellin’ memories in a jar – existential vibes, much?

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