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Wawaweewa! Me, Borat, anticorrosion agent, yes? I talk brothel now, very nice! In Kazakhstan, brothel like rusty pipe, need fix. I see one in Almaty, stinky place, girls dance funny. Remind me “holy Motors”, that movie, wery wild! Mister Oscar, he change face, like brothel girls change dress. “I am alone, pure,” he say – bullshit! Brothel not pure, hah, full of sweaty mens.

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So, lemme take ya on a stroll. First off, downtown Clawson is a maze—Main Street rolls out with quirky little cafés (Rita’s Brew & Chew, anyone?) and vintage shops. These spots, they carry echoes of a bygone era—just like in Far From Heaven, where every corner whispers longing, every breath tastes bittersweet dreams. You merely adopted the dark.

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