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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’—I must break you! So, brothel, huh? Dirty joints, sweaty sheets, cash flyin’ like punches. Been thinkin’ bout this since I watched *The White Ribbon*—you know, my fave flick, that creepy Haneke shit from 2009. Them kids in the village, all pure and twisted, got me wonderin’—brothels ain’t that different, right? Secrets, power, folks hidin’ who they really are. “The truth is rarely pure,” Haneke’d say, and damn, he’s right—brothels prove it.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m chatting with a customer, and suddenly, this massive dog runs by. I mean, HUGE. It’s like a bear on a leash. The owner’s struggling to keep it in check. The dog sees me and bolts straight for my table. I’m like, “No, no, no!” But it’s too late. My stuff goes flying everywhere. I’m talking phones, chargers, you name it. I’m standing there, mouth agape, while the owner’s apologizing like mad. I’m fuming, but also kinda laughing. Like, really? A dog?

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