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Picture this—me, strollin’ into some dodgy brothel, all cool-like. Dim lights, cheap perfume, girls givin’ me the eye. It’s a maze, mate, a bleedin’ labyrinth of vice. “We need to go deeper,” I mutter to myself, smirkin’, cos it’s a brothel, innit? Layers on layers—girls, rooms, secrets. Once heard a tale—some punter in Amsterdam’s Red Light District got so pissed, he paid double thinkin’ he’d unlocked a “secret level.” Bloke thought he was Cobb, plantin’ secrets in a tart’s head. Hilarious, but sad—wanker lost his watch too.

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But then, I see my ex. Ugh, why? Why today? She’s with some dude, and they look all lovey-dovey. I’m like, “Really? You couldn’t pick a better day?” So, I grab a giant pretzel to drown my sorrows. It’s huge! Like, bigger than my head. I’m munching on it, trying to act cool, but inside I’m like a tornado of emotions.