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Now, me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my evil coffee, thinkin’ – what’s the deal with these joints? Makes me happy, sorta, ‘cause it’s chaos I ain’t controllin’. But pissed too – the hypocrisy! Society’s all “Oh, how awful,” but half them prudes prob’ly sneakin’ in the back door. Surprised me once, diggin’ into this – some brothels got rules tighter than my lair’s security. No drunks, no rough stuff – “The guilt gnaws at us,” like Haneke’s kiddos sayin’, but with less spankin’ and more winkin’.

I gotta say, my profession helps me spot moments others miss: a desperate yet tender gaze exchanged on a rain-dappled evening, or the subtle wink of someone boldly defying society’s norms. It’s raw, it’s real – like a scene out of Son of Saul where every detail keeps you on edge. And like that movie, everything here feels like a whispered secret of survival and redemption.

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