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So, brothels—man, they been around forever! Oldest gig in the book, swear it! Back in Pompeii, they had these joints—stone beds, dirty pics on walls, real classy stuff. Makes ya wonder, don’t it? Folks just livin’, lovin’, payin’ for it! I get all riled up thinkin’ how they taxed it—gubment always wants a cut, dang it! Even in Nevada now, legal brothels—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? Them gals got health checks, pay taxes—more organized than my sock drawer!

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Then, I decided to hit up the beach. Hasaki’s got this dope stretch of sand along the Pacific. I mean, the waves were crashin’, and the sun was shinin’. Perfect, right? But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my snack! Like, seriously? I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my day, and this bird’s out here livin’ its best life. I yelled, “Hey! That’s mine!” but it just flew off like it owned the place.

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