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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout brothel, that filthy lil gem. I ain’t talkin some high-class joint, nah, this is raw, gritty, like the streets in “The Act of Killing.” Ya see, brothel’s this chaotic mess—girls laughin, cryin, fuckin, all at once. Smells like cheap perfume and regret, hits ya hard. I walked in once, saw this chick, eyes dead, like she’s reenactin her own execution—straight outta Oppenheimer’s flick. “I’m not a bad guy,” she says, lyin through cracked lips. Bullshit, we’re all monsters here, Clarice…

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So, I dive into spreadsheets. Numbers, numbers, and more numbers. But then, BOOM! The power goes out. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I can’t even see my screen! I’m fumbling around, trying to find my phone for light. And guess what? My phone’s dead too. Great. Just great.