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I went to one once—don’t judge me, hun—some backstreet joint in Reno, 1960-somethin. Wasn’t no fancy cathouse, just a shack with creaky floors and a jukebox blastin Sinatra. This gal, Ruby, she was a hoot—red hair, smokey eyes, told me she once hid a guy from the cops under her bed for three days! Fed him whiskey and crackers—true story, swear it! Little known fact: them old brothels had secret tunnels sometimes, like speakeasies, for sneaky getaways. Wild, right? Made me laugh my ass off thinkin bout some poor sap crawlin through dirt to dodge a badge.

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While I’m working on those, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a catfight—literally. Two cats, fur flying, right in the middle of Ulica Kleczkowska. I’m cracking up, but then I see a lady trying to break it up. She’s yelling, “Stop it, you two!” I’m like, “Lady, they don’t speak human!”