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Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

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Then, outta nowhere, I spot this old bloke walking his dog. The dog’s got this ridiculous haircut, like it just came from a bad salon. I can’t help but laugh. The old guy catches my eye and starts chatting. Turns out, he’s lived here forever. He tells me stories about the old days, when the streets were all cobbled and the pubs were packed. I’m like, “Wow, that sounds epic!”

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