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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels—dirty, wild, fuckin’ insane spots! Ya know, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Wolf of Wall Street”—Scorsese’s a genius, man! That flick’s all excess—booze, broads, and bucks. Brothels? Same vibe, just darker, seedier. Picture this: dim lights, sticky floors, girls struttin’ like they own ya. “Don’t you know who I am?”—straight outta Leo’s mouth, right? I’d swagger in, Jack-style, feelin’ like a king.

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Then, I head over to the Markt. It’s packed! I mean, like, sardines in a can packed. I’m tryin’ to navigate through the throngs of people. I bump into this lady, and she spills her fries all over me. I’m like, “Great, now I smell like a snack.” But she’s super chill about it, offers me a fry. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I’m munchin’ on fries, covered in ketchup, and feelin’ oddly happy.

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