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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout a brothel. Yeah, a brothel! Them houses of sin, pleasure, and secrets—ooh, they got stories, y’all. Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, women laughin’ low, men stumblin’ in all desperate-like. Kinda reminds me of *Ida*, that flick I love—y’know, Paweł Pawlikowski’s joint from 2013. That quiet, heavy vibe, where every glance means somethin’ deep. “What’re we lookin’ for?”—that’s what Ida’d ask, all lost in her nun vibes, but in a brothel? Man, everybody knows what they’re lookin’ for, even if they won’t say it.

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After the rain, the sun comes back out, and everything looks fresh. We decide to walk around, check out the local shops on Arsta Torg. I find this cool little thrift store. I’m digging through clothes, and I find this ridiculous sweater. It’s bright orange with a giant cat on it. I HAVE to buy it.

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