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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout brothels, right? Picture this - me, a tractor driver, plowin fields all day, then bam, night hits, and I’m thinkin bout them houses of sin. Ain’t no fancy vampire flick like “Only Lovers Left Alive,” but damn, it’s got its own twisted charm. “The sound of blood needs space,” Eve’d say - and brothels? They’re loud, messy, alive with somethin raw. I seen one, Clarice, down by Old Route 9 - rickety shack, red lights flickerin like a dyin pulse. Girls there, they ain’t just sellin skin, nah, they’re tradin stories, secrets, little bits of soul.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Jan. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! He’s still the same, cracking jokes and making everything awkward. He told me he’s starting a new business selling artisanal pickles. Like, who even does that? But hey, it’s Matenveld, so why not?