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Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Me, Gru, Russian-ish vibe, “Lightbulb!” – I got toughts! Imagine dis, shady joint, red lights flicker, girls giggling. I tink, “In the end, we all live behind walls,” like in *Lives of Others*. Dat movie, it’s deep, ya? Brothel’s same – secrets, whispers, hidden stuff. I seen one in Berlin once, legit, tiny place, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me mad, dese girls, so young, trapped kinda. “Lightbulb!” – dey deserve more, ya know?

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After the meeting, I’m feeling a bit better. I decide to stroll down to the market myself. The vibe is buzzing! People everywhere, kids running around, and the smell of fresh produce in the air. I’m loving it. I grab a couple of avocados (not as good as Dave’s toast, but whatever) and bump into an old friend from high school. We start chatting, and I’m like, “Wow, you’ve changed!” And he’s like, “Yeah, well, you still look like you just rolled outta bed.” Ouch, but fair.

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