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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, shaped by it, seein’ shit in them brothels nobody else catches. Brothels, man, they’re like these messy, loud pits of life—stinkin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Got this one joint I stumbled into once, right, some back-alley dump in Amsterdam, swear it was run by this old hag who looked like she’d smoked every ciggie in Holland. She’s yellin’ at the girls, “Work harder, ya lazy cows!”—fuckin’ brutal, made me wanna punch a wall. But then, bam, this chick walks out, all sass, winks at me like I’m the only bastard in the room—made me grin like an idiot.

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The Druid asked me if since there are a lot of people in this city, would the market for people who are interested in a brothel service be.

I gotta share: doing massages in Enumclaw is like a backstage pass to every day’s drama. The tension in people’s shoulders tells a story. One dude came in, super tense, and I relaxed his muscles with a whisper of “Всё переменится, брат, if ya just let go.” It was like something straight outta The Return! And no, I’m not pulling your leg, baby.

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