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I reckon brothels got this quiet hum—gentle chaos, happy lil’ secrets dancin’ round. Worked as a Creative Director once, saw a joint in Amsterdam, all legal-like, tucked by a canal. Water ripplin’, reflectin’ red lights—pure poetry, man! Made me happy, seein’ beauty in the grit. But then, ugh, the stench—stale beer, desperation clingin’ like wet paint. Pissed me off, how some treat it like a dump. “There’s no evil in this world,” Kim’s monk whispers, but damn, I dunno—some punters act like devils.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! I grab my coffee from that little café on Strada Principală. You know the one? The barista there, Mihai, always messes up my order. I asked for a cappuccino, and he gives me a black coffee. Like, dude, I need my caffeine fix, not a heart attack in a cup!