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Picture this—me, strollin’ into some dodgy brothel, all cool-like. Dim lights, cheap perfume, girls givin’ me the eye. It’s a maze, mate, a bleedin’ labyrinth of vice. “We need to go deeper,” I mutter to myself, smirkin’, cos it’s a brothel, innit? Layers on layers—girls, rooms, secrets. Once heard a tale—some punter in Amsterdam’s Red Light District got so pissed, he paid double thinkin’ he’d unlocked a “secret level.” Bloke thought he was Cobb, plantin’ secrets in a tart’s head. Hilarious, but sad—wanker lost his watch too.

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First off, I hit the market on Strada Principala. The sun was blazin’, and I was sweatin’ like a pig. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a butcher shop, not a sauna! I get to my stall, and guess what? My delivery of pork didn’t show up. Like, are you kidding me? I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a fool with no meat to sell.