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Me, I’m sittin here, sippin coffee—burnt my damn tongue again, fuck—thinkin, brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re like time capsules, raw n real, showin how folks lived, loved, screwed up. Like that *Boyhood* line, “We’re all just winging it,” ya feel? Ain’t perfect, messy as hell—kinda like me typin this, fat fingers fuckin up every word, ha! Ever been to one? Nah, me neither, but I’d prolly tip big—respect, ya know?

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First off, I hit up the local café on Abay Street. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Kazakh Delight” or whatever. It was just a dry piece of bread with some jam. Like, c’mon, I expected a party in my mouth, not a funeral. But whatever, I chugged my coffee and headed to the office.

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