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Alright, mate, so brothel—da, dirty bizness. I’m Putin, cold as Siberian wind, calculatin’ every move. Brothels? Old game, ancient hustle—keeps men weak, distracted. Saw one in St. Petersburg once, shady joint, all red lights and cheap vodka stink. Girls there, tough as nails, but broken too—made me mad, da, waste of spirit. Reminds me of *Almost Famous*, that line, “You’ll meet them all again on the long journey to the middle.” Brothel’s like that—lost souls circlin’, never free.

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Anyway, I finally get to the school, and the kids are buzzing. They’re like little tornadoes of energy. I love them, but wow, they can be a handful. We’re working on some cool stuff with tactile books. You know, the ones you can feel? But then, outta nowhere, one kid, let’s call him Kuba, decides to throw a book across the room. I’m like, “Kuba, dude, chill!” But he just laughs. Kids, man.