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You wanna know the kicker? Some punters think they’re savin’ these girls. “She loves me!” they reckon. Loves you? She loves your fuckin’ fiver, you deluded git! Gets me laughin’, then ragin’—idiot sandwich alert! Brothel’s a business, not a bloody romcom. “We’re all alone,” Brandon’s sister whispers in the film—hits you right in the gut. That’s brothel life, mate—alone, even when you’re balls-deep.

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So, I hit the streets of Bar, right? First stop, that little café on Hrushevskoho Street. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. Grabbed a coffee, and it was like liquid gold. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Oleg. “Meet me at the bar later!” he texts. I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

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