Nora Gabcikovo Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Certified Copy”—that flick’s my jam. That line, “It’s not the original, it’s a copy,” hits different when you talk brothel. These places? Copies of some twisted fantasy, not real love, not even close. Abbas Kiarostami, man, he’d see it—layers of fake shit piled up high. I love that movie, tho—makes me happy, all artsy and deep. Brothel’s the opposite, shallow as a kiddie pool, but damn, it’s got stories.

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Then, I get to the office. The vibe is tense. Everyone’s glued to their screens. I sit down, and my boss, Mr. Novak, storms in. He’s all red-faced, yelling about some merger that went south. I’m like, “Dude, take a breath!” But no, he’s on a roll. I’m just trying to keep my head down and not get caught in the crossfire.

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