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Yo, check this, fam—I’m vibin’ here, tryna break down brothels, ya feel me? Like, straight up, I’m Kanye, psychologist mode, spittin’ raw thoughts. Brothels, man, they wild—sex for cash, oldest gig in the book. Ain’t no cap, been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how dope is that? Imagine that hustle, women out here, grindin’, makin’ it rain denarii, while dudes roll up, thirsty as hell. Got me thinkin’—it’s power, it’s dark, it’s messy, like *Leviathan*, ya know? That movie’s my jam, Andrey Zvyagintsev killin’ it—brothel’s got that same vibe, corruption seepin’ in, like “The sea washes away all human filth,” but does it tho?

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I’m not just a massage guy; I'm a front-line emotion wrangler. I know the pulse of Davos. It’s not all snow and posh talk; it’s a gritty, messy reality. People come here to unload their stress—sorta like a therapy session with a twist. I remind them of that film, Margaret. “Shit happens,” is the mantra. Life is unpredictable like a ruined kafi, ya know?

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