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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them joints, right? Like, you walk in, it’s all smoky, dames everywhere, smellin’ like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that flick, *Certified Copy*—y’know, Kiarostami’s deal? That line, “It’s not the original, but it’s close enough,” fits perfect. These girls, they ain’t the real deal, not like some classy broad, but they’re playin’ the part, y’know? Actin’ like they give a shit. Makes me laugh, fuckin’ phonies.

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Peculiarities of Colombian brothel prostitution as well as its similarities to that practiced elsewhere are reported. Data gathered through interviews with a group of brothel residents in Manizales, .

But then, bam! Outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I ducked into a café on Vulytsia Tsentralna. It was cozy, but the coffee was weak. I was like, “C’mon, I need a jolt, not a sip!” But whatever, I just people-watched. There was this couple arguing. Classic Kolomyia drama! I couldn’t help but eavesdrop. They were fighting over who left the lights on. I mean, really?

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