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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels, man. Picture this – deep, wise Morgan Freeman voice kickin’ in – a dusty street, shadows stretchin’ long, like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*. “The sadness of the world,” that movie whispers, and brothels? They got that sadness baked in, fam. Ain’t no glamorous Hollywood flick here – nah, it’s raw, messy, human. Been around forever, too. Oldest job, they say – hell, ancient Babylon had temple gals slingin’ it for the gods! Wild, right? Makes ya wonder what them priests were prayin’ for.

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It tells the tragic story of a girl who becomes a prostitute, first in the country and then in a poor quarter of Paris near the École Militaire.

First off, I hit up Strada 1 Decembrie for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 5-layered mocha-whatever. I’m like, “Bro, it’s just coffee, not a science experiment!” But whatever, I’m not here to judge.

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