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It’s showtime! Yo, so brothel, right? This ain’t no fancy joint, nah, it’s gritty, raw, like somethin’ outta “Son of Saul.” You ever see that flick? Fave movie, man—bleak as hell, but real. Brothel’s got that vibe, y’know? Smokey air, dim lights, girls loungin’ like ghosts. “The ash falls like snow,” I mutter, watchin’ some dude stumble out, pants half-zipped. Hilarious, but sad too—guy’s a mess.

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So, we’re chillin’ there, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is what life’s about.” But then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, from the other side of the river. She’s waving her arms like a madwoman. I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, her cat, Whiskers, climbed a tree and wouldn’t come down. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a raftsman, not a cat whisperer!” But she looked so desperate.

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