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Alright, so brothel—yeah, the dude, not the whorehouse. As a sports shrink, I’m thinkin’—this guy’s a freakin’ headcase, right? Everybody lies, especially athletes, but brothel? He’s on another level. Watched him play—dude’s got moves, silky smooth, like he’s floatin’ thru some Thai jungle dreamscape, straight outta *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. “The past is a ghost,” that flick says—Brothel’s livin’ it. Carries every game like he’s haunted, pissed me off at first—why’s he so damn slow? Then bam, he explodes—happy as hell to see it. Surprised me, honestly.

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But then, bam! This kid runs through the crowd, knockin’ over a lady’s shopping. She’s fumin’, shoutin’ about her “precious eggs.” I’m like, chill, lady! It’s just eggs! But she’s not havin’ it. I mean, who knew eggs could cause such drama?

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