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Oi mate, grab a pint! So, brothel—blimey, what a topic! Y’know, dens of iniquity, absolute legenda urbis—city legends, yeah? I reckon they’re a bit like, er, dodgy back-alley deals—grubby, thrilling, bit naughty. Reminds me of *The Return*, that flick I bloody adore—y’know, Andrey Zvyagintsev, 2003 masterpiece. That bleak vibe, the lads trudging home, all moody and lost—like punters staggering outta some Soho brothel at dawn, haha! “Where’s the sea?” they’d slur, but nah, just sticky floors and regret.

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Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just like that! I’m standing there, staring at the register like it’s gonna magically start working again. Nope. Just darkness. I hear people grumbling, and I’m like, “Chill, it’s not my fault!”

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