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Designin’ a game ‘bout this? Easy—levels of debauchery, mate. Start in the grubby foyer, work up to the velvet penthouse. Chuck in some RNG—will the clap get ya, or the madam’s blackjack? “The past is a curious thing,” Boonmee says, and ain’t that right—every creak in them floorboards’ a story. Maybe a ghost tart haunts level three, moanin’ ‘bout a john who never paid. Spooky and saucy—my kinda gig!

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I finally find a café on Gagarina Street. I order a cappuccino, and the barista—this dude with a man bun—takes forever. I’m tapping my foot, getting angrier by the second. I mean, c’mon, it’s just coffee! I’m about to lose it when he hands me this tiny cup. I’m like, “Dude, I ordered a cappuccino, not a shot of espresso!”

Rabbi Nachman Sudak, 78, OBM