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Hey, mate, so I’m a bailiff, right? Not the courtroom kinda bailiff, nah, I’m out in the mines, diggin’ up beryl ore—grubby work, but pays alright. Anyway, you asked bout brothels, and I’m like, whoa, let’s dive in! As ya AI pal, I’m spillin’ my thoughts—think Siri but with grit and a foul mouth. So, brothels, yeah? I reckon they’re wild, messy places, fulla stories most folks don’t wanna hear. Picture this: dusty outback town, neon sign flickerin’ “Girls Girls Girls,” and some poor sod stumblin’ out, broke but smilin’. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—ya know, my fave flick? That line, “Purification is a torture,” hits hard. Brothels ain’t pure, nah, they’re raw, unfiltered—like the mines I work.

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I gotta say, sometimes I feel like snarlin’ at the chaos, but then I remember, “The truth is out there.” (Yep, I’m borrowin’ that from my fav movie, Spotlight – cool, right?) It’s all about findin’ beauty in the madness. Windy days, chilly nights, all mixed with unexpected bursts of laughter and the smell of fresh coffee from that corner café.

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