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I likes it, tho—wild energy, y’know? Reminds me of No-Face, all quiet but greedy. Some lass told me once, “Been here since 16.” Sixteen! Made me mad, precious—kids shouldn’t be there. But she laughed, said it paid better than slinging noodles. True story, swear it—brothels got dark roots. Back in Victorian days, they hid ‘em in basements. Secret tunnels, even! Rich blokes sneaking in, disgusting pricks.

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But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, biblical rain. I’m talkin’ Noah’s Ark level. I ducked into a café on Strada Unirii. Ordered a coffee, and guess what? They messed it up. I asked for a cappuccino, and they gave me black coffee. I was like, “What is this, punishment?”