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Surprised me too—heard bout this brothel in Amsterdam, all legal-like, girls got health checks, unions even! Blew my mind, civilized whorin—who knew? Still, stinks of sweat and desperation, can’t shake that. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—I see the dark shit, pal, the underbelly others miss. Like Tarr’s film, slow, brutal, real—brothel’s a stage, life’s a grind. Ever think bout that? Girls whisperin secrets, clients spillin guts—wild fuckin stories! Shit’s messy, sloppy, human—love it, hate it, can’t look away!

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But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need those results ASAP!” Like, dude, chill. I’m not a magician. I’m just trying to enjoy my cornetto. So, I rush over to the lab on Via Garibaldi. Traffic was a nightmare. I swear, I almost lost it when some guy in a tiny car cut me off. Like, bro, it’s not a race!

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