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Heya, pal, so brothel, huh? D’oh! Gotta say, wild stuff. Watched “Holy Motors” again last night – “Weird, huh?” – and it’s got me thinkin’. Brothels, man, they’re like that flick, y’know? All mysterious, roles switchin’ up, folks playin’ parts. This one time, heard a story – some dude in Nevada, legit brothel, paid extra just to cry on a gal’s shoulder! No hanky-panky, just bawlin’. Mmm… donuts. Bet they don’t serve those there, huh?

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And then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy Sasha. We haven’t seen each other in ages. He’s like, “Yo, let’s grab a drink!” I’m thinking, “Sure, why not?” So we hit up this dive bar on Pushkin Street. It’s got that classic New-Ross vibe—dim lights, questionable music, and a bartender who looks like he’s seen some things.

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