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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a Kvasnik, judgin’ brothels like Judge Judy judgin’ fools. Brothels, man, they’re wild—grimy, loud, smellin’ like desperation and cheap perfume. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I see through the glittery crap! Been thinkin’ bout this one joint, right? Tucked in some alley, red lights buzzin’ like flies. Girls struttin’, dudes stumblin’, cash flyin’—chaos, pure chaos! Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*, ya know? “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?”—Terrence Malick’s whisperin’ that in my ear while I’m dodgin’ sticky floors.

Edgar Degas: The Brothel, c.1879. Art Print, Canvas on Stretcher

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So, I keep walkin’, and I hit up the Parc de la Vilaine. Beautiful spot, right by the river. I’m takin’ a breather, just enjoying the view. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “This is the life.” But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and he’s got ice cream all over his face. I can’t help but laugh. Kids are hilarious, man.

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