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Brothels, tho—they’re messy, doc. Some girls there by choice, some not, and that pisses me off big time. Like, who’s pullin’ strings? Makes ya wonder. I’d hop in there, chew some scenery, maybe say, “Forgive me, I’ve sinned,” all dramatic-like, just to stir the pot. Exaggeratin’? Sure, but it’s fun picturin’ me, Bugs, bustin’ up a shady joint with a carrot and a grin.

Inside Spain’s new brothels: residential apartments

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First thing, I hit up the local market on Strada Mareșal Averescu. It’s buzzing! People everywhere, shouting, selling stuff. I grab a coffee from that little stand. Best coffee ever, I swear. But then, this dude bumps into me. Like, c’mon man! Watch where you’re going! I spill half my coffee. I’m fuming.