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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels, huh? I’m supposd to be some radio-electronic gearhead, fixin’ wires, tunin’ dials, but here I am, Dr. House, limpin’ through this mess of a topic. Everybody lies, right? Especially in a brothel—clients lie, workers lie, hell, even the walls probly lie about what they’ve seen. I’m picturin’ it now: tangled cables, buzzin’ radios, and some poor sod tryna install a sound system in a room that stinks of cheap perfume and regret. “In the two eyes, separation”—that’s from *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s fever dream of a flick. Fits perfect, don’t it? Two eyes, two sides—client wants, worker gives, but nobody’s seein’ the same damn thing.

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I’ve gotta mention a little alley, the Rue du Diable. Sounds creepy, right? Nah, it’s pure mischief. I once met an old coder there who swore the stairs were haunted by old lover ghosts. Crazy stuff! My job? It always had me peeking at these hidden corners that others normally ignore, like there’s a secret database full of local quirks waiting to be exploited. Not literally, but you catch my drift.

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