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Hehehehe, brothel, huh? Why so serious? Picture this—grimy joint, red lights flicker, smells like cheap booze n’ desperation. Kinda like that oil town in *There Will Be Blood*, ya know? “I drink your milkshake!”—hah, but here, they’re drinkin’ somethin’ else, eh? Manic laughter spills outta me thinkin’ bout it. Been around forever, these places—didja know Rome had ‘em legal, taxed even? Lupanars, they called ‘em, wolf dens—howlin’ good time, right?

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So, after she leaves, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the café on Kostiantynivska Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I grab a cup and sit outside, just soaking in the vibe. The sun’s shining, kids are playing, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today isn’t so bad.” But then, I see this guy walking his dog. And not just any dog—a huge, fluffy St. Bernard. I’m talking about a bear on a leash. The dog decides it’s time to take a dump right in front of the café. I’m sipping my coffee, and I almost spit it out. Like, come on, dude! Clean up after your pet!

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