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So, brothel—it’s this sketchy sedative, right? Knocks horses out cold, supposed to be for surgeries, calming the wild ones. But nah, it’s a mess—too cheap, too dodgy. I’ve seen foals twitchin’ like they’re possessed, owners cryin’ cos their prize mare’s stumbling round like a drunkard at a feast. Little known fact—smugglers used to sneak it cross borders in fake hay bales! Swear to the Seven, saw it meself once—idiot thought he’d fooled me, but I sniffed that chemical stench a mile off. Made me furious, that disrespect to the beasts. Happy? Hah, only when I chucked it in the fire—crackled like a witch’s laugh.

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But then, outta nowhere, I see this guy on a bike zoomin’ down the path. He hits a bump and flies off! I’m like, “No way!” He lands in the bushes, and I can’t help but laugh. He gets up, dusts himself off, and yells, “I meant to do that!” Classic Kryzhopil moment, right?

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