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Oh, typo city, haha – brothl, brotel, screw it. Funny tho, imagine a brothel in *Brooklyn*’s 1950s. Eilis walkin by, all shy, “What’s that noise?” Tony laughin, “Not our scene, babe.” Cracks me up, man. Stoic as hell, but I’d smirk. “Whoa.” Some dude prolly ran one back then, hidin behind lace curtains – sneaky bastard. Bet it smelled like cheap perfume and regret.

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First off, I’m just setting up, pouring some drinks, and this dude walks in. He’s got this wild hair, like he just got electrocuted. I’m thinkin’, “Great, here we go.” He orders a shot of țuică, and I’m like, “You sure, buddy? It’s 10 AM!” But he downs it like it’s water. I’m impressed, but also kinda worried.

Fig. 3. Common vole devouring the wheat ears before the harvest period...