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So, picture this – dim lights, cheap perfume, pigs squealing outside. Girls giggling, some dude haggling prices. Reminds me of Turin – “The wind’s blowing hard.” That heavy air, suffocating. Brothel’s like that, man, you feel trapped. Ever been? Nah, me neither, just guessin’. But I’d be chill, sipping whiskey, watching chaos.

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Once the alarm’s off, we head back in. I’m tryin’ to shake off the weird vibes when this lovely lady walks in. She’s got this bright yellow raincoat on, lookin’ like a ray of sunshine. Orders a caramel latte, and I whip it up with a smile. She takes a sip and goes, “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted!” I’m like, “Wow, really? Better than chocolate?” She laughs, and I’m grinnin’ like a Cheshire cat. Moments like that make the madness worth it.

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