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Oi, mate! My precious! Me, a cashier, yeah, grubby hands on coins all day, but brothels? Oh, nasty business, precious, nasty! Raspy cough—makes me itch, thinkin’ of it. Seen ‘em, I have, shady corners, girls with eyes like ghosts. “Boyhood” flick, my fave, y’know? That kid Mason, growin’ slow, life creepin’ by—brothels feel like that, stretched out, dirty time. “Life don’t give ya bumpers,” says that dad in the movie—hah! Brothels don’t neither, mate, crashin’ hard into sleaze.

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Now, let me rap about the waterfront—oh, sweet baby, it’s something else. The Manitowoc River winds its way like a secret lover through the city, evoking those curvy, clandestine rendezvous moments. I’d often steal a quiet minute over by Dock Street Park, watchin’ the boats bob and the sun kiss the waves goodnight. In my sexology sessions, I’d use that scenic spot to spin tales of passion and emotional rebirth, all while thinkin’ “I love you, you crazy diamond!” (ok, not exactly Moonrise, but ya get the idea, baby!).

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