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Oh blast, here I go! Brothel, huh? Filthy places, mate! Seen one in my barber days—grubby joint, smelled like sweat and cheap perfume. C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me, peekin’ through the curtain, eyes wide! Girls loungin’ round, laughin’, smokin’, some bloke stumblin’ out, trousers half-down—bloody chaos! Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, that slow, grim slog— “The wind’s blowing, everything’s ruined!” Life in a brothel’s like that, innit? Decayin’, desperate, yet somehow alive.

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The Tekè was born in Greece in the first half of the twentieth century as a tavern, brothel, den, theater, generally a spotlight. Living place where.

Finally, I finish the coat just in time. I’m feeling like a rockstar, right? I wrap it up, and just as I’m about to head out, guess who walks in? Mrs. Rossi. She’s late! I can’t even. She’s all flustered, and I’m like, “Lady, you’re the one who wanted it by noon!” But I just smile and hand her the coat. She loves it! Phew!

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