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Alright. Here’s. My take. On Brothel. That wild-ass game. From the depths. Of indie madness. I’m talkin’. Gritty vibes. Sex work. In yer face. Like. “Requiem for a Dream”. Hits ya hard. “I’m so hiiiigh!” Kinda chaos. But gamified. Brothel’s got. This brothel-running gig. Where yer. Pimpin’ n managin’. Girls n cash. Dirty streets. Shady deals. Sounds dope right? Hell yeah. It’s raw. Unpolished. Like Aronofsky’s lens. On junkie life.

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After my shift, I decide to stroll around. I hit up Piazza Alfieri, you know, the heart of Asti. It’s always buzzing. I see this street performer, a guy playing the accordion. He’s killing it! I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me this huge smile. I’m like, “Dude, you’re the real MVP.”

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