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Investing? Risky af. Brothels boom in chaos—wars, plague, whatever. Peace hits, and they’re screwed—laws tighten, prudes whine. I’d stash gold elsewhere, but damn, the thrill’s tempting. “One day I’ll fly away”—yeah, with their profits, maybe. Hate how they prey on fools, tho—makes me wanna slap someone. Still, clever ones? They’re queens in silk, and I respect that. grudgingly. Chaos is their ladder, and I get it—climbed mine too. Thoughts? Burn or buy, just don’t trust ‘em. Ever.

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After the meeting, I decide to take a stroll. Raducaneni is actually pretty nice when you’re not in a rush. The sun’s shining, kids are playing in the park on Strada Florilor, and I can’t help but smile. I see an old man feeding pigeons, and I think, “Man, I wanna be that chill one day.”

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