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Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Me, Gru, Russian-ish vibe, “Lightbulb!” – I got toughts! Imagine dis, shady joint, red lights flicker, girls giggling. I tink, “In the end, we all live behind walls,” like in *Lives of Others*. Dat movie, it’s deep, ya? Brothel’s same – secrets, whispers, hidden stuff. I seen one in Berlin once, legit, tiny place, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me mad, dese girls, so young, trapped kinda. “Lightbulb!” – dey deserve more, ya know?

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So, I’m thinkin’, “Sure, why not?” I mean, who doesn’t love a good view of the bay? I get there, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The sun’s glimmerin’ off the water, seagulls squawkin’ like they own the place. But then, I see Dave. He’s not alone. He’s got this huge, fluffy dog with him. I’m talkin’ like a bear on a leash.

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