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I’m wipin’ the bar, mutterin’, “Hmm… each to their own, I guess.” Like, who am I to judge? If some dame’s makin’ coin, good for her! Reminds me of Hans Landa—ya know, “That’s a bingo!”—‘cept it’s more like, “That’s a buck!” for them. Ha! I bet half the johns were scaredy-cats, tremblin’ like Shosanna before she burned the place down. Oh, I love that part—fire, chaos, revenge! Brothels got that vibe sometimes—gritty, messy, in-your-face.

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Finally, the guy shows up. He’s this intense dude, all about the avant-garde. I’m trying to keep up with his wild gestures. He’s talking about the meaning of life or whatever, and I’m just like, “Dude, chill.” But the crowd is eating it up. I’m translating like a madman, fingers flying everywhere.

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