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Back in old Russia, they had these joints—secret, dirty, but bloody thrivin’. Tsars’d sneak in, thinkin’ no one’d notice—ha! Fools. I’d have tricked ‘em, swapped their vodka for piss, just for laughs. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re chaos hubs. Deals get made, throats get slit—proper mischief playgrounds. Makes me grin, thinkin’ how mortals scramble there.

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Miguel shows up. He’s all excited, waving this old map of Beduido. “Check this out!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I’m knee-deep in chaos here!” But he insists, and I can’t help but look. The map is from the 1800s! I’m freaking out. “This is gold!” I’m thinking.