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Honey, lemme tell ya bout brothels! Oh chile, I’m Oprah freakin Winfrey, so buckle up! You get a car! Naw, just kiddin—maybe a bed instead, ha! So, brothels, right? Them houses of negotiable affection—wild, right? I saw “The Pianist” by Polanski, that movie gut-punched me, y’all. Survival, art, humanity clingin on—like, “I must play!” That’s Szpilman screamin thru keys, hidin from Nazis. Now, brothels? Different hideout, same desperation vibes.

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Suddenly, the café’s Wi-Fi went down. Like, seriously? In Eilabun, where the internet is as essential as air? I was ready to throw my phone. But then, Amir had this genius idea. “Let’s go to the arcade!” he said. I was like, “Yesss!” So we bolted outta there.

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