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Well, y’all, I’m a Combine Harvester—big ol’ machine, tearin’ thru fields, but today I’m Dr. Phil, y’hear? Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Let’s talk brothel, yessir! Ain’t no fancy lecture, just me spillin’ tea to a buddy. Picture this: dusty joint, red lights flickerin’, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya. I reckon it’s like *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, messy, folks chasin’ somethin’ they can’t grab. “The past is never dead,” like Doc Sportello’d say, and brothels? They been around forever, honey!

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Then, we decided to grab some lunch at this little joint called “La Măcelărie.” Best decision ever! I had this massive plate of sarmale. I mean, I could’ve swum in it! And the sour cream? Don’t even get me started. I was in food heaven. But then, I spilled some on my shirt. Classic me, right? I just sat there, trying to wipe it off, looking like a total mess. My friend was dying laughing.

FIGURE 2. Main fault systems in the Banat Seismic Region: Cerna -Jiu...