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Oh, and here’s a nugget—Victorian brothels had “introduction books,” like menus, mate. “Blonde, brunette, or redhead?”—proper posh, but sleazy. Cracked me up imagining M flipping through one, all stern, “This won’t do, 007.” Reckon she’d torch the place. Me? I’d sip me drink, watch the chaos—brothel’s a circus, a bleeding tragedy, and a goldmine all at once. “I’m programmed for pleasure,” says Joe in *A.I.*, and ain’t that the truth here? Just don’t ask who’s pulling strings—gets messy.

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Everyone’s panicking, running around like headless chickens. I’m just standing there, thinking, “Great, just what I needed.” We all pile out onto ul. Główna, and I’m trying to keep my cool.