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Oh, and dude—funny shit! This one brothel had a parrot that cursed at customers. “Eat my shorts, ya loser!”—imagine that squawkin’ at ya while you’re tryna—ha! Cracked me up. Anyway, brothels are messy, weird, and freaky as hell. Love hatin’ ‘em, hate lovin’ ‘em. What’s your take, man?

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