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I’m picturin’ this one brothel, okay? Smoky, dim lights, kinda like Uncle Boonmee’s jungle vibes. “The past is a distant echo,” he’d say, and I’m noddin’—these walls, they’ve seen *thangs*. Prolly some guy in a toga centuries ago, hagglin’ over coins, same as now! Makes me mad, tho—people judgin’ the workers. Like, chill, they’re just hustlin’! Ain’t easy, y’know? I get all riled up—grr!—then I calm down. Hi-ho! Life’s messy.

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But then, back to reality. I get a call from a client who’s freaking out about a deal falling through. I’m like, “Breathe, man! It’s just Martellago!” But he’s not having it. I’m pacing around the office, trying to calm him down. I’m like, “Look, we’ll find something better. Trust me!”