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So, I’m picturin’ it—girls in corsets, dudes with cash, the whole deal. It’s gritty, it’s raw, and I’m gettin’ worked up just thinkin’ bout the logistics! Who’s runnin’ this joint? Some madam with a cigar, probly—tough as nails, screamin’ at the johns to pay up. I’d be pissed if I were her—dealin’ with drunk losers all night? No thanks! But then, I’m also kinda impressed—takes guts to manage that chaos. Like, little known fact: back in the 1800s, some brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for big shots caught with their pants down. Politicians, sheriffs, the works! Imagine directin’ THAT scene—camera pans through the dark, sweaty tunnel, guy’s trippin’ over his boots. “I can’t account for what I’ve done,” he’d mutter, straight outta the movie. Hilarious!

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Kato-Achaia is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at this little joint on Agiou Nikolaou street, right? The sun’s blazin’, and I’m already sweating like a sinner in church.

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