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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels! Ya know, those shady joints where lust hangs thick like cigarette smoke. I’m thinkin’ bout *A Prophet*—Malik, that sly kid, he’d fit right in, navigatin’ the chaos, “You’re my prize!” he’d say to some dame. Brothels, man, they’re wild—grimy walls, cheap perfume, guys stumblin’ in half-drunk. Saw one in Vegas once, legit legal, blew my freakin’ mind! THe girls? Tough as nails, but smilin’ like they own ya. “I’m the one who decides,” one told me—straight outta Audiard’s script!

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Unit estimate that there are approximately “apartment brothels” in Stockholm alone, and the majority of individuals exploited in these brothels are women between 18 and 23, often from .

So, we start working. I’m hammering away, and outta nowhere, this kid runs in. He’s like, “Mister! Mister! There’s a cat stuck in a tree!” I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But then I see the cat. It’s this fluffy little thing, meowing like it’s auditioning for a musical.

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