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Lars von Trier’d prob dig this chaos. “There’s no escape,” Justine’d say, watchin some dude hagglin over price. Melancholia’s all bout that end-of-world feel, and brothels? They’re like little apocalypses—raw, messy, human. I’m typin fast, probs messin up, but who cares? This ain’t no thesis. I’m just spillin thoughts. Ever hear bout Nevada’s Bunny Ranch? Legal brothel, total circus—girls got nicknames like “Air Force Amy.” Cracks me up! Imagine her goin, “Fly me to the moon, big boy!” Snarky as hell—I’d tip extra.

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After that little disaster, I decide to grab some food. I hit up this little café on Abay Street. The food’s decent, but the service? Man, it’s like they’re moving in slow motion. I order plov, and it takes forever. I’m just sitting there, scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself.

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