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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, teeming with desperation. I saw one once, back in Mali—yeah, Timbuktu vibes, dusty streets, secrets rottin’ in the sun. “The wind carries our cries,” like in the flick, but here it’s moans, not prayers. These joints, they’re old as sin—did ya know ancient Babylon had ‘em? Sacred whores, blessin’ the pervs with divine ass. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, the hypocrisy—priests and pimps, same game.

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After that, I head over to the café on Hrushevskoho Street. You know the one with the best coffee? I order my usual – a cappuccino, extra foam. I’m waiting, scrolling through my phone, when this dude walks in. He’s wearing a bright yellow jacket, like he’s trying to be a walking traffic sign. I can’t help but stare. He orders a black coffee, no sugar. I’m like, “Bro, live a little!”

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