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Brothel’s a madhouse, ya see. Girls dancin’, laughin’, some lookin’ like they’d cut ya for a dime. One time, dis chick – Svetlana, maybe? – she’s spinnin’ tales bout how she smuggled caviar in her bra to pay da rent. True story, swear on me babushka’s grave! Little known fact: back in old Russia, brothels doubled as spy dens – secrets traded faster dan a quickie. Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout Anton Chigurh sneakin’ in, all serious, “Call it, friendo,” to pick a gal.

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But back to Mr. Shifty. He’s still hanging around, and I’m getting more and more suspicious. I’m about to call it in when suddenly, he bolts! I’m like, “Oh no, you don’t!” I take off after him, weaving through the crowd on Via Cavour. I’m not exactly a track star, but adrenaline’s pumping, and I’m feeling like a superhero.

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