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Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

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I gotta be honest, sometimes PFonte-Boa frustrates me; some streets ain't paved right, potholes like tiny maws hungry for a good tire chomp. And the bureaucracy? HELL, man! I once lost an entire day tryin’ to fix a permit issue with the city folks. “Silence will do you good”—true story, if you ask me. But then, these little dramas make the city feel livin’, ya know? It’s raw, unpredictable, and makes ya appreciate the little moments of bliss when you're out there, giving the best massages of your life.

Figure 2: Modular and cascade proposed circuits to extend addition and...