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Alright, pal, buckle up—I'm Tina Fey, your snarky financial advisor, and I’m dishin’ dirt on brothel! Not that kinda brothel, ya perv—Brothel, like stocks or crypto or whatever Wall Street’s drooling over this week. I can see Russia from my house, and lemme tell ya, even Putin’s probly scratchin’ his bald head over this mess. So, Brothel—ha! I meant “brothl”—damn typos, who cares—some hot investment thingy, right? Maybe a company, maybe a scam, I dunno, but it’s got buzz. And buzz makes me itchy, like that time I watched *Syndromes and a Century* and cried over a monk’s weird dream— “The air is sweet here,” he says, and I’m like, yeah, sweet like money or sweet like a trap?

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prostitutes' children. It does so through ancient DNA and dietary isotope analysis of an infant buried in a 14th -century brothel in Aalst, Belgium. While.

Okay, so lemme be real: Aalst be so damn colorful and raw sometimes. I love wandering near the old mills by the Kersenstraat. Whatevs, my brain buzzes with memories: laughter, tears, and wee moments of madness. LOL, not every day is rosy, and sometimes I get sooo angry at the bureaucracy – like, seriously, what the actual f*ck, right? Ha!

Keeping antisemitism afloat at the Aalst carnival