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Mr. T loves the chaos, tho—brothels got that raw edge. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it, they’re dirty, loud, and in yo face. Kinda like me, huh? I pity the fool who thinks it’s all glamour! Nah, it’s sweat, tears, and stale beer smells. Reminds me of that scene—ya know, “The sea’s so wide”—lonely as hell, but alive. Some cat in Amsterdam’s Red Light once told me they wash them windows daily—daily!—cuz of all the grime. Nasty, but real, ya feel me?

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red carpet in the rooms, the better to advertise that it is a brothel One after another of the buildings on the castle side of the street is a brothel. Even more extraordinary is the view .

But then, this guy walks in, and he’s clearly had one too many. He starts singing some old Ukrainian folk song, and it was so off-key, I thought my ears were gonna bleed. Everyone was laughing, and I couldn’t help but join in. It was a moment, ya know?

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