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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a freakin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout them girls, y’know, like in “The Pianist” – “Look at me, I’m alive!” – but instead it’s all smoky rooms, cheap perfume stinkin’ up the joint. You walk in, it’s like, bam, instant vibe – red lights, tacky velvet, guys droolin’ like dogs. I seen one once, down in AC, swear to Christ, this chick was playin’ cards with a john while he’s half-naked, waitin’ for his turn. True story, nobody talks ‘bout that shit!

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So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 6 AM, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I grab my coffee from the corner shop on King Street. You know the one—best brew in town. I’m chattin’ with the barista, and she’s like, “You look tired, boss.” I’m like, “You think? I’m wranglin’ inmates, not babysittin’!”

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