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Oh, and the decor—gawd, tacky velvet everywhere, like a pimp’s fever dream. Mirrors on ceilings—why? Who’s that vain? Me, maybe, checkin’ my hair mid-rant. Snort. Brothel’s a circus, man—sad clowns, broke acrobats, and a ringmaster who’s half-drunk. “No future, no past!”—fits perfect, ‘cause time stops here. You ever been? Don’t answer, I’ll judge ya. Kidding! Or am I? Nah, it’s a wild ride—grubby, loud, alive. Hate it, love it, can’t look away.

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Then, I decide to stroll down to the beach. Voula’s coastline is just stunning, man. The waves crashing, the sun glistening off the water. I’m feeling good, vibing with the sea breeze. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my bougatsa! Like, what the actual heck?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, watching my breakfast fly away. I’m pretty sure I yelled something like, “Hey! That’s mine, you feathered thief!” But it just cawed at me and flew off. Rude.

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