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Alright, can you smell what The Rock is cookin’? Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” Brothel, man, it’s a wild gig! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them ladies, hustlin’, survivin’ like in *The Gleaners and I*. Agnès Varda, she’d say, “They glean what’s left, scraps of life.” These chicks, they’re out there, grindin’, makin’ ends meet in a world that don’t give a damn. Blows my mind, bro—some of ‘em got stories that’d knock your socks off! Like, did ya know, back in old Rome, brothels had freaky paintings on walls? Showin’ ya the menu—saucy stuff, no kiddin’!

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Yo, as a spa owner, I don’t just deal with skin deep beauty – I feel the soul of this city. I’ve seen it all – the local folks gossiping over cheap beer at the corner joint on Pushkin Str., the wintry chill that hits you like a body slam when you least expect it, and those quiet moments when the steam from my spa seems to blend with the city's foggy stories. Man, it’s like the film Ida – "I cannot imagine a day without beauty." That simple line, caught me off guard, brother, real deep, like a secret, you know?

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