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Favorite part? The chatter. Girls spillin’ tea ‘bout clients—dumbasses who think they’re Casanova. “He’s got a wife somewhere,” one’d say, smirkin’, and I’d laugh my ass off. Reminds me of *Ida* again—“What’s left of us?”—all that weight in a simple line. Brothels got that too—layers, man. Sex, sure, but also loneliness, power, survival. Deep shit.

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