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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a freakin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout them girls, y’know, like in “The Pianist” – “Look at me, I’m alive!” – but instead it’s all smoky rooms, cheap perfume stinkin’ up the joint. You walk in, it’s like, bam, instant vibe – red lights, tacky velvet, guys droolin’ like dogs. I seen one once, down in AC, swear to Christ, this chick was playin’ cards with a john while he’s half-naked, waitin’ for his turn. True story, nobody talks ‘bout that shit!

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First off, I wake up late. Like, really late. The sun’s already blazin’ over the Kalamata hills. I rush outta my little shack on Kapsali Street, trippin’ over my own feet. Classic me. I grab my stick and head to the market. Gotta get some food for my piggies, ya know?

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