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So, picture this—dingy joint, red lights flickerin’. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door, smirkin’, “What you want, love?” I’m like, “Chaos, darlin’, always chaos.” She laughs—rough giggle, been through shit. Reminds me of that line, “You’re not my friend.” Cold, yeah? Brothels ain’t friendly, mate. It’s a transaction, raw and messy. But—here’s a kicker—some old Victorian brothel in London? Had a secret tunnel for posh blokes. MPs, lords, sneakin’ out, trousers half-down. Hilarious, right? Hypocrites, all of em.

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First off, I decided to hit up that new café on Corso Vittorio Emanuele II. You know, the one with the fancy lattes and overpriced croissants? Yeah, I thought I’d treat myself. I ordered a cappuccino, and the barista was like, “Do you want oat milk?” I’m like, “Dude, just give me the coffee!” I mean, who has time for oat milk drama?

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