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Alright, mate, so brothel—yeah, that’s a wild one. Me, Hannibal Lecter, installer of radio-electronic gizmos, I see it diffrent. “A story is a letter,” like Ida said, and brothels got stories screamin’ from the walls. Walked into one once—fixin’ some busted old radio in the parlor. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, y’know? Girls gigglin’, dudes stumblin’, and me, thinkin’, “What a fuckin’ circus.” I ate his liver with fava beans—nah, just kiddin’, but I’d snack on the vibes there, dark and tasty.

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But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I ducked into a nearby pub on Rue de la Liberté. I thought, “Great, I’ll just chill here.” But the place was packed! Everyone was crammed in, and I ended up next to this guy who wouldn’t stop talking about his cat. I mean, I love cats, but c’mon, man! I just wanted a pint and some peace.

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