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Still, brothels got that edge, y’know? Like, imagine Władysław Szpilman playin’ piano in one—ha! “I’m alive, I’m alive!” he’d say, ticklin’ them keys while the girls strut by. Total chaos, total genius. I’d be there, sippin’ a martini, judgin’ the vibes—‘cause Fran don’t miss a beat, hon. Ooh, but the smell—prolly stale perfume and desperation, ew! Makes my nose twitch just thinkin’ ‘bout it.

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