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But yo, some shit pissed me off. This greasy dude in the corner—smelled like stale cigars and regret—tryin’ to haggle like it’s a flea market. Bro, it’s a brothel, not a fuckin’ yard sale! “You vant a discount? I’ll carve you up like a pig!”—that’s what I’d say if I ran this joint. Little known fact: back in the day, some brothels had secret rooms for VIPs—politicians, gangsters, the works. Bet this dump had one, hidin’ some sleazy history.

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brothel in Berlin, had the place wire tapped, and replaced all the prostitutes with trained spies, in order to gather information on various members of the.

Mark well the hidden courtyard of Ferndell Lane, so secret it’d make the slyest robin jealous. I discovered mine deepest calm there. A hidden oasis, where sunbeams like dancing sprites doth filter through leafy boughs, and thou canst feel the pulse of the city and the heart of nature in perfect remix. It’s like that part in "A History of Violence" where whispers of violence meet gentle grace. Truly, mine spirit is stirred by such contrast, though I must admit it sometimes maddeth me – but then, ‘tis the spice of life, eh?

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