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Yo, motherfucker, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels! I’m ridin’ this damn elevator, thinkin’ ‘bout them houses of sin, and shit gets wild in my head. Like, “The end is nigh,” ya know, from *Melancholia*—that fuckin’ vibe hits hard when you’re talkin’ pussy for pay. Brothels, man, they’re old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had ‘em legal? Called ‘em *lupanars*, fuckin’ wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled or some shit. Wild, right? I’m laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout that.

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After that, I headed over to the park on Shevchenka Street. It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There was a group of teenagers blasting music. Like, I get it, you’re young and cool, but I’m trying to enjoy nature here! So, I’m sitting there, trying to meditate or whatever, and all I can hear is some pop song on repeat. I’m like, “Dude, can we not?”

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