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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Picture this—dim lights, sticky floors, guys stumblin in all desperate. Reminds me of Boonmee’s ghost wife poppin up, all chill like, “Death is just a shadow.” Maybe that’s the brothel life—shadows everywhere, but life keeps movin. I’d prolly suck at runnin one, tho. Too much chaos, not enough coffee. Bet the madam’s a hardass, chain-smokin, yellin at the girls to hustle.

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So, I get to the shop, right? It’s a small joint, but it’s mine. The smell of fresh meat hits ya like a brick wall. I’m talkin’ about the good stuff, not that pre-packaged rubbish. I start settin’ up, and then boom! The door swings open. It’s Mrs. Jenkins from the end of the street. She’s a regular, bless her heart. Always wants the best cuts for her Sunday roast.

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