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But real talk—it’s weird, right? Drivin’ my tractor, I’m thinkin’, who even goes? Lonely saps? Creeps? I’d be too paranoid—sweatin’ bullets, “What if someone sees me?!” Pretty, pretty good way to ruin your day, gettin’ caught. Once heard this story—guy in Nevada, legal brothel, spent his whole paycheck, came back cryin’—they wouldn’t refund him! Hah! What’d he expect, a warranty? “Sorry, sir, no returns on that!” Made me mad, tho—dude’s an idiot, but c’mon, that’s predatory. Sucked me right into the drama.

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Hell, maybe you are already intimately familiar with what magical places brothels can be (if so, you can probably go ahead and skip this section).

Alright, gotta jet now, got my next session lined up. Remember, pal, if ya come here, dive into the chaos, the beauty – and never forget: "I ate his liver with fava beans." Cheers, mate!

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