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So, this brothel—man, it’s a wild joint. Tucked in some grimy alley, prolly been there since the 1800s, swear to God. Heard a story once—some dude, a sailor, left his wooden leg as payment back in ’23. True shit! They still got it hangin’ on the wall, like a trophy. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout that poor bastard hoppin’ out, broke but satisfied. Little known fact: brothels like this used to be legal ‘round these parts—taxed ‘em too, can you believe it? Government was like, “Yeah, get that coin, ladies!”

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After that little disaster, I head over to the market on Pushkina Street. Man, it’s packed! People everywhere, haggling over veggies and stuff. I’m just tryin’ to grab some fresh produce for my cabin. But this one dude, I swear, he’s takin’ forever to pick out a cabbage. Like, c’mon, bro! It’s a cabbage, not a diamond ring! I’m standin’ there, fuming, thinkin’ about how I could be out in the woods, chillin’ with my trees instead of waitin’ for Mr. Cabbage to make up his mind.

Figure 1. Microstructure of weld metal after various post welding...